Again
The past folds itself like linen
layered with smells of pollen,
sunlight, dust in drawers, dark caves....
Logos
Watch a word for long
it will die....
Red Throne Bluff
A copperhead suns himself on the bluff....
Change of Phase
Snow defines the shaft
of street lamp light....
Augury
A slow spiral of hawks wheels in the sky....
The Sailing Stones
Rocks here dream of distant hills....
