[1] A line of shirts worn This morning by west wind. A lightness in being.

[2] A flicker of crimson In the thorn trees. A cardinal’s wing, a memory.

[3] The lowing of a calf Telegraphed across barbed wire. Separation.

[4] A pack of coyotes howling At the first silver of moon. A longing for completion.

[5] Fog at 8 am. Walking Feet vanish from own sight. By 9 am, a mile-wide view.

[6] In the browned yard, milling Feet of bound men. One must do time.

[7] The opalescent eye Of a hare startled into: A complete world contained.

[8] Winter sunflowers pared Back to their dark eyes. In the grass, tiny flowers.

[9] Starlings’ flight Just before starlight: Another wave in passing.

[10] Without you A pastoral sunset, Some memories, some fireflies.

12/26/2008 - 01/06/2009, Dhamma Sri, Texas