Here it is -- my computer ran away with a mere line! Sorry!
Snapshots
Diableries
The stairs wobble.
The ghosts disappear.
Still, soft footsteps.
The wind does not blow.
The rain does not fall.
Only the birds sing.
Always diableries.
I hear thunder.
Lightning is quick. It passes.
Happenstance.
Always happenstance.
It is no wonder that the deer walk slowly
and the coyotes on the mountains stop and wail.
What will you do when the boars come?
There is no rifle in the house.
Ah, you will be listening to the birds' song
near "a river at my garden's end."
-- Harriet Zinnes
Evening, 4 September 2001, New York City
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