Five A.M. in the Pinewoods

I’d seentheir hoofprints in the deepneedles and knewthey ended the long nightunder the pines, walkinglike two muteand beautiful women towardthe deeper woods, so Igot up in the dark andwent there. They cameslowly down the hilland looked at me sitting underthe...

Eyeing Death

Do ashes dance? I burn.With this pain I am intimate beyond reliefWhere shall I turning turn?Your gaze consumes beyond beliefWith this pain I am intimate beyond reliefYour eyes are closer than my breathYour gaze consumes beyond beliefYour absence is my constant...

The Rose

The treasure at the heart of the roseis your own heart’s treasure.Scatter it as the rose does:your pain becomes hers to measure.Scatter it in a song,or in one great love’s desire.Do not resist the roselest you burn in its fire.

The Ball

As long as nothing can be known for sure(no signals have been picked up yet),as long as Earth is still unlikethe nearer and more distant planets,as long as there’s neither hide nor hairof other grasses graced by other winds,of other treetops bearing other...