Ice forms on stones like linen sheets,

Each rock covered in a mold

Of white, one pointed needle-like

At ground, another rolled

Like sparkling pillows in the sun.

They form, these casts, their own

Idea of dreams, bedposts of their mountain

Stream, and while the river flows

Around them like the drowned,

Blanketing each corner of the mounded

Creek, they lie like bodies

In a water bed, frozen in their sleep.  


Hunku Valley, Nepal


Redone Jardins de Luxembourg

September 19th, 2004

Rue de Varenne

March 30th, 2005