* * *
Eileen walks slow
in an empty
place
breathe around her, the
world is off to four
directions, and I wait
and I listen for her
to come by branches
in forest where I'm hidden.
who she is, who
ever she will be
I wait in the corner
of her eyes.
rabbit cross shadow line in field frostcover,
marmot under the stone
coon begging in Yosemite Valley
