wakening sharks


 

bobbing through dreams


 

dew less web   at bird hush


 

under the blossoms   without plowing


 

first light   distant, mistier


wind blown shadows   the rusty chain


 

impotent   phallic pride


 

the note struck   my insight


 

waning moon   is this what aging is


 

a broken bowl   out of silence


 

dawn aphasia   the persistence of


 

Ienten fast   summer grasses


 

epitaph