hot

it's too
darn


.

foxes

3 kits and
a mother -
their earth is near.

Hearing mice at 150 feet,
we watch them leap.

The night air deadens red.
Instead,
only shadows play, tails tipped
in white.

I thought

To be born blind
and see much!

Such life for 4
in darkness!

I have lost my balance. I read too much about illness and death, play dice with statistics, bargain with fate.

Let him live a year. 

birds

The box elder gone.

Still,

cardinal
thrush
warbler
creeper
woodpecker
nuthatch
sparrows
wrens

6 days

finished with

chemotherapy
edema
nightmares
catheters
a watermelon
2 cantalopes
peaches
plums
and
4 apples (Pink Ladies).

what matters

can be measured

108 prostrations

a kilometer a day

3.5 quarts of fluids

waking

walking

washing.

succession

he

my
single
chronological
sequence.

rain

bone
stone
water
once

again

refugia

avocet beak

her favorite.

spent

so much
out
only now
at midnight
can I spend  tears
and
sleep

diagnosis - before

When a man is without self-identification with any object or idea, and does not grieve for what does not exist - that is what is called a Bhikku.    Dhammapada 25. 367


This -
known from
a discernment, an accumulation,
by sifting through
ciphers.

Here the signature - naming it.

anger

spent.

nothing remains.