«Where the winking waxwings whistle / in the shadows of the cedars, / where the branches shake and shiver / the mockingbird minutes fly away;In the shadows of the cedars / a flock of flickers flutter, / where the branches shake and shiver / the swallows turn to seasons / as they fly awa...»
«Bo-beh-óh-bee is the lipsong / Veh-eh-óh-mee is the eyesong / Pee-eh-éh-oh is the eyebrowsong / Lee-eh-éh-ay is the looksong / Gzee-gzee-gzéh-oh is the chainsong / On the canvas of such correspondences / somewhere beyond all dimensions / the face has a life of its own.»
«People, years and nations / run away forever / like a flowing river. / In nature’s supple mirror / we’re the fish, / dark’s ghosts are gods, / and the constellations / knot night’s net.»
«A police station’s a fine place: / it’s where the State and I have trysts. / It’s where the State reminds me / that it still exists.»