"is it lasting?" and in asking

the sphere becomes a line

a dotted line, and to follow it

you must make a jump each time



a dotted page

a dotted hillside

a blast of dots

a blind reader

a flock of sheep

a blast of trumpet shots



here --- all we have here is sky

all the sky is is blue

all that blue is is one more colour now



a basket of apples by the back door

beneath the sweater pegs

the autumn leaves lift along the street

a pair of dancing legs



same as the vendor

who likes to sing as loudly as he can

and all he says is, it suits me fine

that's the way i am



here --- all we have here...



i've seen this THING you won't believe

why it's big

bigger than the biggest tress

high as the mountains

wide as the widest skies

and that's both sides

well --- at least as big as me...



speak a little softer

work a little louder

shoot less with more care

sing a little sweeter

and love a little longer

and soon you will be there



here --- all we have here...



these are some reasons

and same as the seasons

they hold and then they fly

the goatless ledge

'neath the honkless geese

in the speckless sky

the speckless sky



i hear you...