Tuesday Poem: Nature Writing 101 by Catherine Owen
Our minds can turn anything romantic. Is the problem. The sewagy mud of the Fraser a quaint muslin & the spumes pulsing out of chimneys at the Lafarge cement plant look, at night, like two of Isadora Duncan�s scarves, pale, insouciant veils, harmless. The trees are all gone but then aren�t our hearts more similar to wastelands. We can make it kin, this pollution, children one is