Saturday, November 5, 2011

copenhagen peripherals

eloquent moments can easily slip by if one had not turn one's head at a particular angle, cast one's eyes in a certain direction to catch a glimpse so peripheral and sometimes so fleeting that would have been missed if one's head was tilted differently, one's eyes lifted elsewhere in that time and space...

 such moments as happened to look down at the goldleaf-speckled water of a marina...

 to glance up at the orchid and candelabra grace-notes of a coachhouse window...

 to be beckoned by the still vivid coral bloom of a mid-october rose...

 to heed in the distance the delicate sails of a half-hidden ancient windmill...

 to peer in and be romanced by the golden light flooding the emptiness of a vacated gallery space...

to timely perceive downwards a disagreeably hard object, a cheerily obsequious royal obstacle, before tripping over in a most inelegant manner...

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