A map emerges from among the red leaf veins of the maple tree
A place to gather words before they get lost.
A map emerges from among the red leaf veins of the maple tree
A map emerges from among the green leaf veins of the maple tree
Spring water, flowing from distant mountains above, wends its slow way home
An unwanted buzz singing fire in your ears, the mosquito lands
Rambling through tall grass in order to get to the view, then: Tick check! Tick check!
Head down, walking fast, the blast of flies comes calling; June's a nasty month
It's hard to read the headlines, day in and day out
Adrift, I drift, then fall asleep – deep inside dreams; a summer wind, schemes
for Algot
It's all fan music on such a hot night as this; night-dreaming rhythms
Another male act - pure blanket pollination - tree dust everywhere