tidal flats
I hear the heartbeat
of my thoughts
listen!
the sound of sleep
from Elsinore
coolness!
beginnings erupt
from my end
day-fall —
the rat-a-tat-chat
of otherness
between our words
we sip eternity
. . . so ordinary!

my ears race to the silence at the end of the line

at dead low water
in coming and in going
commit coincide
spring
in the wings —
earth wake
last of us
under a full moon
winter rain
once in a . . .
clear water drips
into wine