wooded
hills
ridgebacks of snow
furrows of shadow
rain
pattering—
the old man rearranges
his red hat feather
rain at
the carnival
tears streak
the laughing clown's face
wreath
on the door
the hand-made whirligig
has a broken wing
long-distance call
lying alone and cold
in the double bed
mother's
chair
her cat rocking
alone in the dark
