Poetry
Spring 1997
The Ship under the Foot of the Elephant
This thick-skinned toe scraping. This cool cool water splashing upside down. Breath, once so unconsciously available, hides now in the shadow of the foot. This moment of slow sinking into […]
Poetry
Spring 1997
Tagged
From my window birds storm the red-berry tree. Someone has placed a tag on the branch to tell us either its name or where we are on the path. Loons […]