11.10.2005

What the heart sees into, and the eye can't, makes every view private
To pick words and say it is a slim way to tell what's known

Looks like autumn will turn out as always — to be here remains a surprise
To have looked and looked again, singular — then discovered singing there

11.09.2005

Today's the day, that the sky, those the clouds, these the people looking
Saw it, didn't ask; knew it, didn't admit; did it keep us thinking?

Susceptible to elation (of clouds sky light leaves luck) not of it
The voice of is saluting all the time, no divorce from pleasure pain or self

11.08.2005

Their meager world run over by those dimpled dark clouds
Our load of violence dispersed in remarkable lures of a market