Chris Dombrowski en "Study for the Ridgeline Blue in Winter" <p><br />Throbs up from the darkening draws, eluding<br />dusk's clutch. Calls out and the owl<br />calls back, answering with her own ample koan.<br />When the world was flat we thought darkness<br />fell. Now we know it rises firelike from earth,<br />spindling up the oaks' trunks, engulfing<br />ridge and canopy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; The resulting smoke, then—<br />hue of a breath exhaled by a late-arriving disciple<br />come to examine the charred chaos of day Mon, 27 Jan 2014 13:34:00 +0000 Chris Dombrowski 13606 at "Study for the Ridgeline Blue in Winter"