Somewhere in these uncertain geometries lay...
Cranes
I could hope, on the most cloudless of sunsets...
Reprise
what were we before we conjured ourselves into selfhood...
[what angel will carry a man who dies beneath an overpass]
it is up to the swallows...
snow on cherry
First snow on the cherry tree — blossoms...
Sentry
This old man wielding a broom as if he stood before the gates of some great and fragile fortress...
latch
being a man of insufficient malice, I am grateful...
approach
Could it be the ring or the studded moon...
Mother
Who then streams from the womb unbroken...
diminution
each turquoise hope OR word engendered another...