1832
A photo of a hat
And its face
That takes unseen for seen.
The shell's the frame,
And appurtenance host,
And least interior, most.

1831

1830

1829

1828

1827

1826
Let me the strewn tarots gather
Of fear and anger like unkempt
Hours at hazard fallen.
In hand gathered,
An inconsequential weight.

1825

1824

1823

1822

1821

1820

1819

1818

1817
A season is turning in
And nods above the last leaf:
A frame of sun alive
In a sheen of wood
That moves stillness.
Sleep, season,
Your book is done,
Memoried by those weathering still.

1816

1815

1814

1813

1812
Stop
Is a motion assailed
By another a way contending
Most mutually created.
Start's necessity,
Creatured in poised thought
And servant limb;
Anvil and bell of all quality.

1811

1810

1809