Clepsidra

Back out of all this now too much for us, Back in a time made simple by the loss Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off Like gravey...

A HOUSE that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all littered with glass and w...

I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I promised myself to get down some day And see the ...

I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place? We ...