Thursday, January 14, 2016

SEARCH RESULTS FOR "WHOLE FOODS MARKET, CONCORD MASSACHUSETTS"

Diving with haste 
to the great cavity's 
bottom—to pluck forth the coldest 

and ruddiest fish, 
the blessed gift of whose girth 
my current conditions could afford;

I suddenly, 
unexpectedly, 
touched my cold nose against Thoreau's—

to be 
so focused,
so clear, all of a piece
in the moment—and yet, so incomparably

vast, nameless
undefinable, and 
always abiding; a mad god, 
dashing heedless, outside of time 
and on the loose—in Emerson's private woods.

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