
stillness this morning
lines across an even blue
kites content to perch

stillness this morning
lines across an even blue
kites content to perch

a crispness of air
the bent in the sycamore
a brisk summer walk

freedom bears a price
once hands are set on the plow
there’s no turning back

the suchness of this
beauty in its full glory
all that remains now

of course I listen
but all I hear is KAW KAW
don’t know what you mean