cantilever bridge.  brought in

  windows often, for you shall

  remember flocks on grasses, breezes

  curled pencil lines your page

  fern.  glass through leaves in

  clouds Wide leaning over

  frames cast in.  legions eyed

  body of the sky, birdWing

  motions onward through my cell -

  sticks uneven, your trees tall

  with heavy rain.  a circle twice before

  your calm eyed face once clear

  in swimming leaves, still

  unraveling, sprawled out

  with ocean Cranes, under

  mirrors on your waves, under

  your ears.  you see with

  eyes in every sun and water ripples

  evening on my willow strings for you
 

                                                            —Bob Harrison