Bird walking on wings in foam, in the tidal and receding cave. The omens, gusts of moving sand.
Fallen brook, ribboned and covered with black tadpoles. Green-grey, drained leaves, burrs, lava roads. Away the farm row of beeches, portend horizon winds sounding. In the mowed fields of alfalfa, two shades walk above with heads edged with gold.
One robe grows large in the void grounded by the black-topped building.
JF late 1980s
Photo: Wroclaw, Poland. Twilight of the Prussians