always
this endless dissection
of histories . . .
another gun attack
bursts over the news

Originally appeared in
A Hundred Gourds

the chill
of that long-ago morning
won’t leave her . . .
on the opposite shore
a fawn watches its reflection

Originally appeared in
A Hundred Gourds

shadows
of children dancing
in the street . . .
thus do we scatter
like seeds in a hot wind

Originally published in
A Hundred Gourds

after the cull
the quiet of the forest
man doesn’t know
the universe doesn’t care
about the cost of life

Unpublished

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