She sits in her glass garden
and awaits the guests -
The sailor with the blue tangerines
the fish clothed in languages
It is our best and prayerful judgment that they (air attacks) are a necessary part of the surest road to peace.
Lyndon B. Johnson
There is a dark tolling in the air,
Clouds rise from their nests
with flapping wings, they whisper
of worn leather, bracken, long
horizons, and the manes of dark
panoplies & processions
caryatids with their sad hearts
& breasts of porphyry
The river sings in its alcoves of stone.
I cross its milky water on an old log—
beneath me waterskaters
dance in the mesh of roots.