black pine tops -
the glare of sun on lake
is surrounded

years go by
by the rusting cars
in the weeds

turbulence -
it can't be, it is,
it can't be

evening homestretch -
standing in your shadow
a hundred yards away

tan strip of beach
floats on the swaying point
of my kayak

before landing
orange lichen on a rock -
the autumn birch

in the sweat lodge
my mind may wander -
not in cold water

through long looks
through thick windows
i am riverside

cold in a sweater -
the first day's arrived
equinox aside

birches' changes -
animated yellow on
charcoaled white poles

fearless death
this whole forest soon
including the sun

careless death
broken mushroom caps
my steps, steps

my real sickness
staying inside all day -
warm fall evening

night terrors -
but everything is fine
now isn't it?

the forest edge -
another quiet autumn hike,
no quicksand, no bear