Do not follow in the footsteps of the old poets
seek what they sought. (Basho)
Kathy and I drove to Micanopy
(named for an Indian ChiEf)
last Wednesday, a day of sunshine, light breezes,
to have lunch at one of the s a n d w i c h shops
in this village just outside Gainesville.
Crossing PAYNE'S PRAIRIE (a prairie in the French sense
Ponge intended in Le Pre).
The water is high, although the flooding rains
that made it Rise
are a memory that only makes the new threat
of brush fires ironic.
An Egret tries to learn from the ducks in the
too deep for feeding. Its n a m e
gives me an image for that feeling
as if a s h o r e b i r d's beak
just the precise momenT
to thrust and bite the silver thoughts,