The Reverberate Hills; or The Apotheosis of the Narwhal

Waiting on platforms Impatiently peering down Those long empty tracks

San Francisco Performances has an evening of modern music with Midori on February 6, and their annual subscriber concert on February 9, fe...

Already unused to bright sun, I scan the sky for rising rain clouds

Were they real or dreamt, Those strange noises in the night? Nature, stay outside!

Cafeteria: Fat bald man with booming voice: Inescapable ******* Winter-clad shoppers Glancing quickly at rows of Bright tropical fruits

(for MVD) Water, birds, and clouds: Where would we be without them? Cleansing, flowing, flight

from the Philadelphia Museum of Art

Vertical towers Swirling clouds and slanting rain Horizontal streets

Corpulent corpses Jitter jauntily homeward: Stench of rotting meat

Afternoon music: Then home under birdless skies, On streets slick with rain