teasing me,
this humid breeze . . .
chatting tin
night breeze . . .
the whisper of heaven's
river
this wind . . .
a wounded leopard
in tall grass
volcano . . .
the whisper of a
thousand fish
your smile . . .
weaving clouds into
a dream
without song,
the river's stones . . .
high noon
the same dark
hour as another . . .
thick silt
haunting,
the loon's cry at dusk . . .
this wind
dew drops . . .
wishing the night
was longer
shriveled plants . . .
not enough, bowing
to clouds