the all the permutations of is-ness

freefalling the blossoms sprung

she who becomes
the apparition 
of her scent

a part across from a godwit's carbon footprint

what is left
after the fall
of shadows
there
yes there
its
the other—
a sanctuary light
fills her eyes
mistreading
a sand wader's
misprint
on a rock
absorbed in a daydream
summer rain
with each gust
a gull alights afresh
on the fence
half moon . . .
a loopworm poised
mid-stride
out of darkness
and back into it
light-crazed moth
inhaling clouds
and exhaling more . . .
mountain song
the day moon
if it has no voice
may not be
goose bumps—
the yearning within a violin
stretches thinner
spring blues . . .
I too begin
in bloom
rounded belly
the stone buddha smooth
with age
here too
blooms a world of change
last month's tree
lake shadows . . .
thunderclouds brood
in the heat
overhead
galaxies swamped
in equations