Arithmetic is where numbers fly like pigeons in and out of your
Arithmetic tell you how many you lose or win if you know how
many you had before you lost or won.
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.
Among The Red Guns
Among the red guns,
In the hearts of soldiers
Running free blood
In the long, long campaign:
Your western heads here cast on money,
You are the two that fade away together,
Partners in the mist.
Aprons Of Silence
Many things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things