"One's destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things." - Henry Miller

See the world in green and blue

See China right in front of you

See the canyons broken by cloud

See the tuna fleets clearing the sea out

See the Bedouin fires at night

See the oil fields at first light

And see the bird with a leaf in her mouth

After the flood all the colors came out

-Beautiful Day, U2

At a Monastery Near Pasing, Bavaria

Geordie de Boer

Bare-armed brothers dressed in blue-jeans
gravity-drawing steins of light and dark,
beer so clean you'd swear honey caressed
your throat. The large, peeled radish looking
like a monk's white shanks, flanked by a brick
of liver-sausage as if pried from the wall,
ricks of drying hay, plowed and unplowed
fields below, cows grazing, cries of magpies,
horses in halters, supine farmers, the once
blazing sun faltering in the tops of the pines.

About the Author

Geordie de Boer, writer of fiction and poetry, lives in Washington State. His poetry has been published by poetrymagazine.com, Jerry Jazz Musician, Mississippi Crow, Frostwriting, fiction by SNReview, Side of Grits, and R-KV-R-Y.

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