A new embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover.
...
In a skiff on a sunrisen lake we are watchers.
Swimming aimlessly is luxury just as walking
loudly up a shallow stream is.
...
On reading Susanne K. Langer's Mind
If leaf-trash chokes the stream-bed,
reach for rock-bottom as you rake
...
The big doll being broken and the sawdust fall
all scattered by my shoes, not crying
I sit in my dark to discover o failure annulled
opens out in my hands a purse of golden
...
Out Of Water
A new embroidery of flowers, canary color,
dots the grass already dotty
with aster-white and clover.
I warn, "They won't last, out of water."
The children pick some anyway.
In or out of water
children don't last either.
I watch them as they pick.
Still free of what's next
and what was yesterday
they pick today.