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Sunday, 7 June 2009


File:Calidris alba flock in flight.jpg

Sky full of blue nothing toward which the Magi
Move, like dream people who are Walt Fraziers of the air…
Sometimes the moves they make amaze them
For they will never happen again, until the end of time; but there they are.

So shall I be like them? I don’t think so… and yet to float
Above the rolling H2O
On wings that express the mechanics of heaven
Like a beautiful golden monkey wrench
Expresses mechanics of earth… t’would be bueno.

Sanderlings (calidris alba) flying in formation: photo by Ianaré Sévi, 2009


Gary Parrish said...

"Move, like dream people who are Walt Fraziers of the air…"

Beautiful birds indeed!

TC said...

08 June 2009 07:29

Thanks Gary. I was a bit worried folks might not recall or for that matter ever have known of the once upon a time smooth-as-a-dream ultra cool New York Knicks point guard of the late 60s/early 70s Walt "Clyde the Glide" Frazier--whose nickname (acquired from the film Bonnie and Clyde) may help explain the otherwise for-old-people-and-trivia-buffs-only metaphor. How time flies. Or glides, as the case may be for the fortunate few...

Clyde the Glide