I am supposed to be sleepingbut the moon casts a pale blue shadowand I want to watch the cotton fieldsin long rows of white fluff cocoonedand spreadin..
All the world is an isle on Tuesday whether we are recovering still or searching the aromas of a weekend We fall into the bed, loose sacks limber with..
Long ago I fell in love with seasonsand pitched a soft woo to greenery,to snow, to leaves leaping in a colorfuldeath, the way I would like to goThese ..
what can I do with fireflies embracing my hair,the fearless night warm with mountain rosesand the scent of honeysuckle in slow flightit is summer and..
the mountain women in Dante have houses side by sidethey reach each other through the windows and lend supplies there is a strident echo in the mining..
This is where my whole fallsindifferent to the scandalof being incompleteThe older I becomethe more I scatterin an idealism of split choicesI tear my ..