As/Is







2.26.2006


Winter Lyre

Heavily, in forests
sound glances
off trees,

and the cry
of the lyrebird
cast from the reed bed

(knifelike)

finds its way home.

Near the lake,
cushions of weed,
perfectly voiceless

anchor the cat-tail
like wingtip to crow;

heavier still-

sky's speechless
solemnity pulls down
the snow.