|3.||A Chipmunk Barks At Me||5/17/2006|
|4.||Writing Against Dying...||5/17/2006|
|5.||Spring Rain Sauna||6/11/2006|
|6.||Hitching Post (Found Poem)||6/15/2006|
|7.||An American's View Of Europe, From Berlin - 06-19-06 (A Found Poem)||6/19/2006|
|8.||Singing With The Country Road||6/23/2006|
|9.||The Weight Of Fogs||6/23/2006|
|10.||Wildlife Internship: Found Poem||7/9/2007|
|11.||Well Come To World Mart!||8/31/2007|
|13.||Two Found Poems: The Floral Artist & The 'strelitzia Reginae'||6/11/2006|
|16.||And What If We Were All Gods?||5/17/2006|
|18.||A Silk Moth's Heaven||6/15/2006|
|20.||Mosquitoes And Blackflies||5/18/2006|
All night, insects and pipers sing in the marshes,
and the little wet ponds in the woods.
They sing, as if the night wouldn't be night
without their songs.
Often, I have wondered if they sing for comfort
against the dreadful tentacles that find their way
in the dark molecules of impalpable night;
to attract the opposite sex, to mate, to procreate,
to write against the night; or simply, for the sake of song,
I wonder why humans sleep at night.
I wonder if there are songs too under the ocean floor
On the dirt road along the pond,
Several spring songs lay squashed
As I went to work yesterday.
I had tried to chase them
back into the pond
as I drove home two nights ago.
I tried to chase them