sighing pines
this chill wind also
has no home
word by word
drippling onto
the void
fire forks 
in tongues
of prayer
polar ice-melt
the Atlantic's urge to lap
Wall Street's banks
star-still night
in zenith meditation
a monk's eyes
 
half-moon
abuser and abused
as one
stillness!
the staccato
of white noise
misty moon
a swan lake cowed
by silence
dream river
a hush enters
the stage
low tide
the endless sighing
of the pines