as soon as it's named
the lungwort scatters itself
all over the place
those faces
in the roaring fire
are also fated to change
a single magpie
swallows a beakful
of its reflected self
foghorn
little by little
the world fades away
the flea-market in Valparaiso
a German helmet
is rusting away
skimming morning fields
a sunbeam highlights
a hare's urine
in morning drizzle
a pigeon is picking at
a wino's vomit
the sun above the Himalayas
my mule is drinking
from the Ganges
frosty morning
a robin bares her breast
to the wide world
an egret stands in a lagoon
the squelch of clothes being washed
against slab rocks
at the foot of the Cross
a snail trailing blood
becomes a buddha
the wind abating
a deserted mountain path
to the old chapel
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