Pigeons strain and flaptheir mostly inefficientairborne miracles
There is no greaterbeauty, nor love more profoundthan this: mind-to-mind
Last I saw the Wordwas drowningmidst cold andilliterate spindrift
The long, lazy wavelands on the crescent shore witha white, blissful smile
A Gordian knotWith no Alex to cut itThat is what life is
First silenceThen sightThen discernmentThen thoughtThen voiceThen soundThen word
God was done creating — We asked: What do we eat?He said: Each other
Each night, the tide dreamsa new sandy masterpiecefor dawn to cherish
Pelicans fishingRising, diving, splash, risingGlorious killers