Parading

Un cygne d’autrefois se souvient que c’est lui

a lion

for you topophilia: what place do you love? All these words

To try and see what looms

What etiquette holds us back

Slow javelina crossing the road saved me

Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air

beside the pasture

clouds turn to umber

we are our own uncomprehending mourners,