In a field I am the absence of field. This is always the case. Wherever I am I am what is missing. When I walk I part the air and always the air moves in to fill the spaces where my bodys been. We all have reasons for moving. I move to keep things whole
By ro / lu in art
Published: Wednesday, 17 October 12 - 11:24 AM (GMT -06:00)
title is a fave mark strand poem. he's from the other canada.
please enjoy the time.
posted by matt olson