the frequency
        of hills
      in view  but time

      creeps on

       water  air
           borne
               over
                      here      a direction
            the land drowned or
             revealed   or
                          ex-
                          posed

              the foghorn
                  night
                firefly
                   or cricket
                rides

        *    *    *    *    *

          bird    skate
            air,     plow
                     tree

        *    *     *    *   *

   I feel my life again the strangeness
           it should be the same

      sky grass tree level the eye

          with silence the picture
                       bright
             the gift. of thought

          it's the old day    speed
                is an idea
          the sun light so unmoving

             the bodiless roof
          of a birdhouse

           no, it's a
             hose bracket, that's

        right
                      being so small

-

   the way a bird flies
 from the 3rd brick step to
    the tree  towards the sky

   the burden of twigs

-

        the birds flying, tree
            cloud, stems, rain,
             to be, mostly, leaf
           hulls, to pass the ocean
 
             deeps, green, black

           the constant energy, the head
             flight voice, at the top of a gutter
               the blue continues to dark

-

  the big in
    valid sign
  in event. of fire    fire
  takes up green by
    the summer sun

             leaves crowd the street

             a brown dog
             backtracks the gutter

-

       my c lock against the
           church clock

                        distances
                             through phases

                          soon it's stopped over
                                    a time

-

             t  r  e  e  s

birds flying like waves

        up and down

     in the wind walk

            the porch rail

-

    a big bluebird
          raindrops     I see
                        only green leaves
                              and the sky

         *      *      *      *      *

  squirrels and birds

           the open lawn

        thunder, but mostly rain

          *      *      *      *      *

   A bird from somewhere   The wind rouses the tree
           there is only green in the sunlight

             up and
                down
              nothing
                    sound ends

      *      *      *      *      *

   a matter

     of

          tune     in

             everything

                some long time now light
 
                                         merges

                                            in a body

                                     the critical sinks
 

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

    reflect

       world corners

          mountains ride

        and wind among branches

            leaves

                        different lengths

                a wave bends

                               moments

          what purpose
 
              what sights

                    what sounds

                          what visions
 
                                 the earth goes round

          *      *      *      *      *

    sleepless alive

       back indoors
         glass signs speak
            anything's dancing
               the road swerves
                      itself     the  wind    quiet

          *      *      *      *      *

   a big bluebird
         raindrops    I see
                        only green leaves
                              and the sky

          *      *      *      *      *

    we've had time for a few things

          talking
 

                           he drives away    profile

                  finger in the mouth

          *      *      *      *       *

    head-on

          gulls

            low

                     how far

                           you may

                             look

                               out

                          the gradual
 
                                                 steep

          *      *      *      *      *

   the sound of rain
   in the sunlight
     trees      the wind

          *      *      *      *      *

   the squirrel climbs the tree

              to get on the wire
         there's a blue sky    full green
              the branches move  full green
                 he runs along

          *      *      *      *      *

   what a beautiful sidewall truck

          you know enough about

                   the water system

                               and sunlight

                        and they go together

                                of course then
 

            big

              english

                   letters

          *      *      *      *      *

   sounded like

          must have been ocean

    in the summer autumn
                      football crowds

           in india like trees
                      open and shut

      some way to be occupied

      woman or man from
                                      the beach

                 feet

                             arms the

                                  warm air

                       passing home shoes

                              on steady

                          to be heard

                        off recently

                               dried

                          the trees will

                                               be here

                                                                at night

         once in a while still

                 you want

              another child