The people of my time are passing… wife is baking for a funeral, a 60… died suddenly, when the phone ring… Ruth we care so much about in inte… it was once weddings that came so…

When the crow lands, the tip of the sprung spruce bough weighs so low, the

I’ve pressed so far away from my desire that if you asked me what I

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

The wonderful workings of the worl… wonderful: I’m surprised half the… ground up fine, I puff if a pebble… I’m nervous: my moarality’s intric… a squash blossom dies, I feel with…

When you consider the radiance, th… itself but pours its abundance wit… nook and cranny not overhung or hi… that birds’ bones make no awful no… lie low in the light as in a high…

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

It was May before my attention came to spring and my word I said to the southern slopes

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

I said I will find what is lowly and put the roots of my identity down there: each day I’ll wake up and find the lowly nearby,

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

When I was young the silk of my mind hard as a peony head unfurled and wind bloomed the parachute:

You think the ridge hills flowing,… with ups and downs will, though, building constancy into the black… for each sunset, hold on to you, i… wander, give reality recurrence en…

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,…

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…