it was a dawn to
remember on your deathbed
life lived within life
Adapted from Sundog by Jim Harrison, 1985.
It was a dawn to remember with a smile on your deathbed.
The sky was a vivid red as if the forest had caught fire. I drove through clumps of pink fog, re-crossing the river of the day before which lividly reflected the sky.
The roadside and small clearings in the forest were covered with a white blooming dogwood, around which misted coiled and released like unraveling white satin.
I stopped the car and shivered, imagining that I might HAVE died and this was some sort of afterlife designed by H. Bosch and Magritte, much less vulgar that Dali; or it was life lived within a brilliantly colored seashell for which one might not emerge.
I added emphasis to HAVE.
‘The Garden of Earthly Delights’ by Hieronymus Bosch.
I would give $199.25 to find out if Mr. Harrison couldn’t spell Hieronymus and in those innocent days before the google, had no easy way to look it up.