The watchers all noticed it, the quiet / changing around them. / Someday they would refuse it.
there is / suffering so sacred / it appears on the body / like a score
where place is possessed / of an almost perceptible pulse
Linnets learn / their songs by the sea
eight rabbits in reins settle their / cottontail feet in the molasses earth / and begin their whimsical dancing
Leaf shadows vibrate on the humus. / A woodpecker rattles its brain for a taste.
Shadows drink their bodies up then slip
away. Everyone out there is saying cheese.