| Grey Squirrel Bony Branch and Thou* I Magnificent Feat! So nimble in your bearing You scale thin air. II Bending, swaying, kind, Mother quince never minding, Who could complain? III The nag clearly posed Deals not with nature's design But with lost repose. *Subtitle: Fretting Over the Garden |
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| Notice Awake Quicken Afraid Panic Obsess Recess Still No minding No finding Observe Clarity Rising |
| One Hand Clapping Awaking to that sound, the high-pitched, drawn-out song, cedar waxwings come for holly berries, you break the night's fast for green tea and shredded wheat with bran and berries to you more appealing. Will you soon grow tired of high fiber and antioxidants? Do you plan to live forever, or want to die anytime soon? Ask not the hungry waxwing, or the generous holly. Better to begin clearing a path for tomato plants. |
| An Apple Entire Two mockers bicker like an old married couple-- illusions of dearth. |
| The Elk Revisited Stout in his stance, stern in his countenance He stands still, completely still, in the center Of the shallow lake. There for drink he drinks Until drunk with a glory not of the earth But of the stars as they stand completely Still in the deep black lake of big cold skies on The clear Montana night. At dusk he stands, forerunner of the stars Transfixed in an orbitless path. The grace Of his flesh and bone graces the lake and thus Gracing, graces you with his genius. The set Sun dies and in its dying leaves a trace of light, and by that trace you see The gleam of glory in his eyes. |
| No Triple Crown (For Funny Cide) So large of spirit quick drama like quicksilver a wee point in time Another empire wins the race to the finish yet your drama lives Bless your funny name and too your benefactors who lost a bundle |
| Various Powers Ocean waves roar loud while seagulls chat on the wing and barefoot girls dance. |