Mangoes

In the absence of pilots, the great hulks pile in the offing...

Night Bloom

Before you read this, before you sit in this chair...

It is always the dead trees, unlushed, that remind

I felt once, in the morning, the long hands of the Father...

After the embers and coals, the forest resumes...

In the fold of a leaf, in a nest spun of her body...

I’ve come to the conclusion that I must leave this place...

It takes a trunk full of chickens to top the tank, otherwise...

When the moon lifts the sea, the umbrellas fold...