Listen!
10/1/04 a silence has come into the cornfields with their brown behind them a ridge covered with trees barely hangs onto its green a flock swings through the air its shape changes from moment to moment your body is changing too at night now the white of the moon throws its dust around the coolness that hangs between the hot stars and us is close at hand the arrangements the world has made suit us if we will only let them you were meant to live here the heart says and what that means and whether it is right or wrong is a great puzzle not worth going into the heart speaking the coolness the flock's body the green the brown silence all close to each other and to you