As I drove through shadows,/ alone in the night,/ a poem came to me,/ writing its words across my

The wolves live at the spot/ where I go to feed them/ out past the orchard/ where trees grow

A cold whimper/ Calling from the backyard/ As he rested across the muck/ In his favorite place

They said 'That's all water under the bridge;/ you have to forgive'./ But they did not see the murkiness

There it is./ My reflection in the mirror staring back at me./ No, wait—/ That’s just her./ A portrait

are we here/ instead of feasting round a table/ as snow erases every footprint// or counting the

sky flings flakes./ trees leaning naked/ chilled beneath charcoal-colored skies/ bare branches

The bright of new morn/ falls across my body/ sleep-swaying/ in a blue hammock// Out on the streets

The desert/ Kept its promise/ And assured/ The timeless vision/ Of camel trains/ Processioning

You said that you'd return/ as I watched you sail off,/ to somewhere far away./ You said it wouldn't

5:20 early/ Dark — crashing waves begin to/ Fade as the tide turns and the skies/ Light and a

Angel in a glass sphere, all/ who touch you hold your destiny./ A movement of a single

In maple shade, hot noon turns/ to speckled twilight. A mother and two/ daughters wear

Who is the patterner of water? Does she draw/ slow circles in the ample lakes of your eyes

The yellow of an imposing sun/ And the stillness of leaves/ Back with childhood afternoons/ Until

The flakes of age are starting to show/ on this weathered, old skin./ The scars that were

1. / Some time/ In the/ Spring term// I spring to/ Life and/ All is well// 2./ Sometimes/ In the/ Springtime

One finds this final plate of soffritto/ the least intentional of the many/ plain plates that the

Standing in front of the kitchen cabinet,/ On the shelf with many mugs,/ I pick the one

O my lovely friend, why are you in a perpetual worry?/ Blink away the nuances else journey