The Lark. The Thrush. The Starling.
—……Poems From Issa
—
In the next life,
butterfly,
a thousand years from now,
we’ll sit like this
again
under the tree
in the dust,
hearing it, this
great thing.
~~~~
I sit in my room.
Outside, haze.
The whole world
is haze
and I can’t figure out
one room.
by C.K. Williams
from Selected Poems
Harper Collins, 1994