In Spring, I plucked thee,
and heard the wet snap of twigs...
Silently waiting, just watching
for a mosquito to make a mistake...
Virgin waterfall
ripples a crystalline pond...
What you have spoken in my mind
Clearly I've seen before the earth was fives...
Step into the clean crisp air
Leave your soul standing there...
Soft susurrus beneath my leaves
promises me no sunlight, for the...
Wild flowers blooming,
freshly picked dewy blackberries...
When white mushrooms
come in procession...
Do not count.
Do not return my poems...
Dried knuckles will
not fondle the small moons...
We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and...
If I could choose
a burial ground...