orange wavy moon / which of you is more distant? / and which one more real?

what blue earth / would you sacrifice / still bitching

Satori is clothed / in red thread and candle light / then dawn combs her hair

Cottonwood junket / already the road is white / and still you wander

Too quick for pity / I too feel the sting of death / nonetheless, I swat

Quiker than pity / I too feel the sting of death / nonetheless, I swat

A code of silence / but oak and elm remember / the weight of shadows

Lapping the floodplain / like the surging river's rise / engulfed in her gaze

We waited for the rain / and the rain refused to come / only dust shifted