All My Friends / Viewing

Felling A Tree And Gazing At The Cut End - Tonight's Moon

A Weathered Skeleton In Windy Fields Of Memory, Piercing Like A Knife.

Traveler's Heart. Never Settled Long In One Place. Like A Portable Fire.

From All These Trees, In The Salads, The Soup, Everywhere, Cherry Blossoms Fall.

Ballet In The Air... Twin Butterflies Until, Twice White They Meet, They Mate