Out there...strung out on a wire, a dead bee floats in a stagnant
pool. A lizard creeps into shadows...a crow falls.
Witness, the silent angel praying for direction, spiraling across
the blank page of stone, followed by a silent sun which crawls
around the face and imprints his image on the day.
Fall out...wire taught then rising in a paranoid arc. The silent angel
white hands outstretched,
shakes down, surrenders to the stone and spins out to face the sun.
Feb 1998.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem