Read! Read All The Time, The Understanding

There Was Earth Inside Them, And They Dug.

No One Bears Witness For The Witness

The Two Heart-grey Puddles: Two Mouthsfull Of Silence.

Tall Poplars--human Beings Of This Earth!

The Poem Is Lonely. It Is Lonely And En Route. Its Author Stays With It. Does This Very Fact Not Place The Poem Already Here, At Its Inception, In The Encounter, In The Mystery Of Encounter?