As I walked along the road
thinking about nature
about vast uncivilized wilderness
about technology destroying nature
I failed to notice the thick undergrowth by the roadside
the harmony of where I was
the perfect union of tar and tree
pavement and grass
myself and my surroundings
As I sat in my room
looking out the window
I failed to notice the glass in the panes
the dirt on the grass
my eyes
-Jim DuBois
Fall 1991
This was probably the first poem I wrote in my adult life, and it was kind of like a liberating ephipany that I could notice something, have something to say about it simply and directly, and write it down in a way that pleased me, slowed people down, and enhanced the meaning with its form.
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