Disembarkation
In the year the crows
Learned Bartok, spring never
left
For summer grieving.
Galapagos
The dreams are sweet yet,
Too deep for waking: dawn lies
Turtled in the mist.
The Jennif(f)er Genes
So, it's the frayed
spots???
Ravelled threads reveal
The First Shiksa of Lodz.
Dawn Moire
Three chains of dew bloom,
Burnish night with spidersilk:
Owl holds the center.
May
The heart of time holds
Spring frozen deep in amber:
A gaunt last whalesong.
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