POEM
THE HABITUDE OF THE EYES 34
I am the rain that quenches the earth’s thirst, a pregnant gift, no …
POEM
THE CITY IS DESIGNED VERY WELL
The city is designed very well. Moving about is easy even for someone like me …
POEM
Still too tired not to be still
Still too tired not to be still you come and sit for a vigor not knowing how to be …
POEM
GOODBYE MY TWENTIETH CENTURY (I)
A forest, evolving blue inside the dream. There is where I used to go as a …
POEM
ROOKS OVER AVEBURY
There must have been a score of them, all lift-and-dip-and-fluster, beak and …
POEM
ARRIVAL AT SANTOS
Here is a coast; here is a harbor; here, after a meager diet of horizon, is some …
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