- 1. Poppies
This must be how it happens: that the sun
Enlarges the boles, that they become heavy
And bend on their stalks, hanging singly
Or in pairs, in the dry wind, almost done
...
- 2. Penny Arcade
Along the tightrope stretched across the falls,
above the torrents hammering the rocks,
she keeps her balance with a parasol
...
- 3. Flambeau
There, where the pool of mortal light begins
to gather, where the rivulet breaks free
to make a fire, a flame blows in the wind.
...
- 4. Truth To Tell
Vous n'etes que les masques sur des faces masquees
-Apollinaire
Start, then, with a sense of beginning, of sleep
...
- 5. Mississinewa County Road
When you drive at dusk, alone,
After the corn is harvested, the wind
Scatters bits of dry husk along the road.
A farmer has draped a groundhog's carcass
...
- 6. Labyrinth
Somewhere within the murmuring of things
that make no difference-aimlessly playing,
drifting in the wind-a loose door swings,
...
