The figure turned maletransformed on sight into a stick fellowstood above the sleep meadowblanket…
Trees without leaves are bold, a boldness which pleases
twiggy.
Derelict web
Moribund abode
Abandoned net
The Death of the Rivers
My mental wire renders
Drawa blindupon the dawn as the unicorn prancesinto the sun whence he came, tossinghis hornin long farewell — and meltsinto…
Under my backyard fence,
I heard people’s voices