#17 summer solstice 2016

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This morning's grey horizon gave way to brilliant cool breezes. We have garlic scapes in vases, pots which hold memories, tables that serve as horizons, and what ever we have forgotten will go unnoticed.

17 summer 2016.jpgEverything behind us

Is before us
Stretched out: an endless

Grey horizon.

What we don't remember

Lives in us, forever.
Cynthia Cruz, closing lines to "Guidebooks for the Dead (II)," Field (no. 93, Fall 2015)

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