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

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

Fall fell: so that’s it for the l… some flurries have whitened the ed… and lawns: time for that, the snow… turkeys and old St. Nick: where a… find something to write about I ha…

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 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…

A day without rain is like a day without sunshine

I have a life that did not become, that turned aside and stopped, astonished: I hold it in me like a pregnancy o… as on my lap a child

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

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

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

The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash,

All afternoon the tree shadows, accelerating, lengthened till sunset

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

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