DAY WINDS DOWN
Just a lark from back in college, I guess 88 or 89; playing with imagery. I was watching a sunset, there were Canadian geese flying in formation overhead, and a girl I knew, who did, in fact, wear a cloak, waved at me from off in the distance.
I was in a poetry workshop class at UNCC under Dr Robert Grey about the same time, and I turned this in with a batch of weeklies (robert had us type and mimeograph a handfull of poems every week the, slavedriver). I don't recall what the reaction in class was (if any), but beside the original lines: "A lady in a riding cloak/Battles the wind uphill" Doc Grey wrote "A bit of an anachronistic image, no?" Which gauntlet I took up right quick, turning the latter line into "Battles wind and anachronism uphill/Until the end it met." To this day, I have no idea what that might mean.