She sat stitching a river along hems, fraying with myths of going underground...

She has worn wintersworn silence, come Marchshe’s woken upin a language wet with noiseto bank on......

Meditations on the Sea The sea abandons shoals of shells broken and unbroken...

I wonder what the moon thinksSo many strange objects clicking picturesFar off from another planet.It cannot......

Water Museum You stockpile umbrellas and radiators, a heap of mad grins reminding you...

Memory Icicles hang like fingers and knives from the coniferous trees...

You close your eyes and wait for the augury,sing to the brook while the balancing selfflies......

You stockpile umbrellas and radiators, a heap of mad grinsreminding you of so many school mornings......

It’s big and branching,it must be a hundredyears old. Or my heartis a wine barrel.I’ve had......

that I know of. I’ve watcheda squirrel eat a groundnut from shell to nut, three pigeons......