by Gerard Donnelly Smith

Prose Poem

(Swans - July 30, 2007)  

Everything moves like water; separating, unifying, droplet and waterfall; wood into
grains, steel molten, in grains sand slips down drifts, and into transparency, mud into
opaque streams, stones slowly slip down; we distil, we dissipate, we dissolve, we flow,
we harden, we melt, we freeze, we shatter, we get misty, we run widely crashing over
boulders, breaking against jetties in green waves, overflowing banks, spreading across
valleys; the earth drinks, the sun drinks; some settle and pool, becoming cool reflections,
others evaporate.

The Second Law of Thermodynamics

The Third Law of Thermodynamics

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Gerard Donnelly Smith on Swans (with bio).

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