четвртак, 04. фебруар 2010.


one limb at a time
the falcon calls her fledglings
nearer to flight
Indian summer –
the blackness of a buzzard
defines the horizon
the hiss of an iron
on wax paper
day's tranquility
the contour of doe with fawn
beyond steeping tea
summer sky
a hole through the cloud
to its other side
view from the bus –
women balance fruit baskets
on top of their heads
0a tangerine sunset
where hill meets dale
in the summertime
carnival nightfall
the harvest moon rises
over a ferris wheel
quiet woodlands
distinctly the drone
of a dragonfly
row after row
two draft horses plow –
the odor of potatoes
pink sunset
through each flamingo's stance
another flamingo