I'll be Pavlov, you be the dog.

I heard a bird congratulating itself all day for being a jay. Nobody cared. But it was glad all over again, and said so, again.

Even the upper end of the river believes in the ocean.

Can injustice one way be corrected without the interim reaction that tries to impose injustice the other way?

The signals we give-yes or no, or maybe-/should be clear/the darkness around us is deep.

An owl sound wandered along the road with me. I didn't hear it--I breathed it into my ears.

All still when summer is over stand shocks in the field, nothing left to whisper, not even good-bye, to the wind. After summer was over we knew winter would come: we knew silence would wait, tall, patient calm.