Mute Swans
And the departures: the mute swans flying out of the dawn.
poetry
Sabi
A pheasant rose wild from the maze of Poverty grass.
Man from Nunavut
He came out of the snow
man from Canton province
It was his calligraphy, how he changed
Heart
It is best kept out of rational debates
Ankles Dipped in a Rising Tide
Alerted by nickel-encrusted skeletons
An Invigorating Sense of Shared Loss
"Beautiful Veins" Joseph Sherman
winter wheat
Light air on voyage voyaging and alighting when
Westward flight
If the wing-light didn't wink so
Facing North
In bed, if not asleep, the children leave my mind
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