The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Lined up for coffee The decaffeinated wait Sullen and patient

Subtle disrepair, The chipped paint, dirty carpets Sinking into dust ******* My trip to Paris? Those drainpipes shaped like fishes. That pla...

White rose petals stripped And strewn before my path by The worshipful wind ******* Whatever is strong Whatever we hold secure: Stronger is ...

Waking in moonlight: Moonlight, silence, midnight blue: Silvered ecstasy

(after watching Eric Rohmer's The Romance of Astrea and Celadon ) Sheep may safely graze As lovely shepherds debate Love's Divinity

An unseen fountain And gently splashing water Let all else vanish

Bins crammed with cheap toys Someone's plastic paradise The sadness of bulk ******* Disappearing clouds; All that's left of the fore...

Sweet swan , gently float; Let the muses genuflect To your reflection 1564-1616

(for Henri Duparc) Low light through a mist Conceals and reveals rare tints Many hours, few songs ******* Perfumed indolence And condensed s...

Blackberry buffoon With collision imminent Tapping like the blind