Sunlight in apple branches and I see one may cross the country and not get anywhere.
Hello Lew Welch. “Teach the children about the cycles/the life cycles.”
This morning I’ill sing with the full length of my body like Caruso.
Knowledge is a form of purity and needs language.
Picking up fallen apples for the horses.
My nation is dying. Ice comes to the pond.
Neruda: and I went my own way, deciphering….
Planet of the Blind 