Bread and locomotive
Two sombre motifs
In the dim dusk
I watched the river
I can't afford new shoes
Scraps and tatters dangle
From the remaining soles
I'll put on bracket fungi instead
I'll put on gaiters of moss
Better than the ones
The boys from Manowar
Wore back in '84
Church tower
Wherever I go
Heavens never closed its floodgates
Wreck of a dinghy
With a fishing boy inside
Graceful Moon
Shines on fallen larch needles
Frog symphony from the lake
A second of eternity
For a while
The spring has drained all my hopes
It slurped flirtatiously, then disappeared
Poor me, I didn't disappear
I stayed connected
And listened to tales
About springs long gone
Green grass in the morning
Higher and higher
Above my knees
And waterfalls of white blossoms
Make me turn my back on the world
And see only the pure and splendid
There, in the unending distances
My daughter is waking up
In her dreams she rides a horse alone
And chases owls in apple trees
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