Hey Osborne, if this is yours, feelings or prose, I'm impressed! Most of the time I can't follow what you are on about, my problem not yours, but I got this ...
"Canada is . . .
I once caught a fish in Canada. It leapt
It flung itself, it threw spray
against a mass of green forest
In the sun
and way big granite mountains
Big, I say; in an icy breeze
where the moose lives
the moose!
where the bear lives
the bear!
F yeah. Feel that bear. He's here.
In that moment, til now, I have loved her
I've loved her ever since. In my heart, from now
From here to the arctic
and back again
because I knew she was part of me
All of it is, F the names! Part of me . . .
Seriously.
On the most intimate terms,
even if I didn't know til then --
I do now. Now I do. I know it now. For sure.
I don't know what else to say. Feel that breeze, feel that sun
feel that fish.
Last edited by Osborne Russell; 01-27-2023 at 11:09 AM. "
We spent our last couple of years with Accolade, cruising the coast and looking for the quiet spots away from the madding crowd, filled with the reverie of what you describe above. Tks for the reminder of those times, s'truth! / Jim