The horses are quiet.
The full moon's light
freezes in the barn.

One night's ice--
it can carry nothing
but my shadow  

Motionless pond--
a fish comes up to find out
where its bubble goes

A bitter scent
of just trimmed trees--
wounds remain white.

summer drought
flaking off of the bench
a butterfly

In the curtains 
sun and summer breeze are playing 
a shadow show.

Her empty seat
in the quiet living room;
I miss her silence.

Just two kettle drum strokes
he had to do, but precisely
and in a dinner jacket.

Her smile
as she crossed het legs--
what was it you said?

the coffin goes down
the volatile voices
of geese

the playful wind unfailingly
finds whatever rattles
on this old house

Daddy, come quick and look:
The sky is so full of
God's foot prints.

the street a dancing school
all the leaves are learning how
to fall graciously

two pairs of shoes
stamp the cold into the ground
at the bus stop

the conductor
with his hands he's drawing
castles in the air

Children play
with a home made rifle:
dying beautifully.

The two of them setting off
he is walking after his belly,
she follows her lips

Now it's completed:
the rowan tree gives back its leaves
to the earth.

I will live on:
a few spines with my name
on a bookshelf.

Flying fishes--
what they learned in the waves
they apply in light.

I am oldish--
when my eyes close at night
my mouth opens up

eyes and jaws
ovary, heart, intestine
1/8 inch

While passing by
I caress the rosemary.
It responds with scent.

The rain and we--
we tell each other everything
we don't say a word

motionless
the hare on the slope
all ears

Out of her wheelchair
she reaches for a dandelion--
she'll be twelve, maybe.

In the snow I'm reading
about sparrows, the rabbit,
and the mailman.

breaking waves
among seaweed and driftwood
a teddybear

On All Souls Day:
flowerpots on two legs
looking for a grave.

girl on the bicycle
as you are getting smaller and smaller
my loneliness grows

With a Chinese lantern
in her hand the moon saunters
away through the dunes