Lotus Blossom Wildlife Watching

Hear the praise

Of thunder, clay of my

Clay, bridal bed and

Grave.  I have felt you

Tremble as the newborn

Foal.  I have found you

Deadly as the diamondback

Still in the shadow

Of the canyon.  A kiss,

Adam, and let it be

Over—forty days and

Forty nights, one student,

And at last the whirlwind—


Bearskin, or Forest of Folklore

I seek the sooth

Sayer of mighty fine

Notions and flippant

Demeanor, dervish of

Words and worlds.  His

Right hand is mercenary;

His left is kismet.  My nation

Is free but defenseless; my law

Keeper sleeps and Awakes.