Nearer the neat white empty

Collecting the constituents

Closer to always under

Desperate kingdom

Casting for secret deceits

Indifference consents

Dirt not copper

its all here

Frittered away by beneficence

The frontier of invisible kingdoms

Mourning in midsummer

lamenting the pettiness of dreams

Quiet low rising

lifting light yielding

Refusing to abide by it

summer night rising

Suddenly sensible sufficience

the lucky ones and their shadows

Collecting the constituents (study)

No longer all but gone

The hours in their shadows

Just beneath and all around them

A poem about the rain

Dusk to the east only

Either all this or more

Friendship, inheritance and thanks

From now on

In an hour it will be summer

O what a long story

Please be ready

So these too

The distance growing smaller

The edge of another bright thin day

There can't be longer time

What courage elsewhere

What must be helped

what can be done