10 July 2015


Was immersed in this morning,
The bird and the balustrade too,
With a berry in its beak,
Lit by greeting's side light
That complex shadows cast;
And myself by hazard audience
To this act in three parts
Time, isolation, a struggle.

14 June 2015


A falling leaf
Became a bird,
And the trees preened their feathers
With the light morning air:
Fellows we, in my eye,
By an observation
Of this slight duration.

15 May 2015


An accidental shadow
With a fine tolerance measured
Was a phantom malformation proved,
At the aponeurosis 
Of what I think there is
And what there is.
In a field by May surrounded,
I was of a stone considering,
In a picnic sun, the weight
Of perpetuity without continuity.