afternoon’s blue clouds and white rain the mockingbird in the backyard untied the drops from

The saints are gathering at the re… places, trying tough skin on sharp conscience, endurance in the hot spots– searching out to define, come up

Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here

I don’t know somehow it seems suff… to see and hear whatever coming an… losing the self to the victory of stones and trees, of bending sandpit lakes, crescent

Fall’s leaves are redder than spring’s flowers, have no pollen, and also sometimes fly, as the win… schools them out or down in shoals or droves: though I

What do I find right at the cente… relationships: a slightly disperse… tinctured core of brutality: go to… the question is not whether your l… but whether you can pay the bill,…

I look for the way things will turn out spiralling from a center, the shape things will take to come forth in

I went for a walk over the dunes a… to the sea, then turned right along the surf rounded a naked headland

After the event the rockslide realized, in a still diversity of completion… grain and fissure, declivity

All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset

Motion’s the dead giveaway, eye catcher, the revealing risk: the caterpillar sulls on the hot m… but then, risking, ripples to the… the cricket, startled, leaps the

The reeds give way to the wind and give the wind away.

Silver will lie where she lies sun-out, whatever turning the worl… longeared in her ashen, earless, floating world: indifferent to sores and greengage…

So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I listened to the wind go over my head and up into the ni…

There is now not a single leaf on the cherry tree: except when the jay plummets in, lights, and, in pure clarity, squalls: