190

the road and houses
disappear into lark song
up hill towards sky

189 diogenes

hark the mouse shames me
content at my crumbs - fools live
for money and rank

188

fields to summer sky
showered by spumes of swallows
a dance a dreaming

187 penny

if i was to die
into your heart i would fly
everything same as!

186

still awake at three
heart half crazed with homelessness
each side an abyss

185

each night deer creep through
conifers from bare hillsides
to taste sweet pasture

184

here is hail and sun
many lands under many
skies sweeping onwards