Bea~
seas about itself in its difficult turning.
Where is this heavy world lumbering to?
the pretty
girl
The blossom on the stem, tossed in a sunny wind.
The hummingbird and bee come to me for favor.
Giving and taking, we're a whole act together.
the old sick man
What scares me is the bright touch of a sharp point
Of white light, piercing my dark.
I prayed I'd go to sleep in that pitch dark.
David Ferry
