from 'Remembering Kappy'
How faint and elusive
is a breath
...
When I left this morning
your hair
was in shining disarray
...
from 'While Passing Through'/Spring
In the spring dusk
birds sing—a different tune
...
from "While Passing Through"/Winter
February.
Early sun warms cold air.
...
from "While Passing Through"/Spring
Spring wind puffs—branch nods—
just as I was wondering
...
In grainy black and white
we first see men in hats and beards—
their look conservative.
...
from 'While Passing Through'/Summer
Late July—
a feeling of loss.
...