My world at large has fallen through the floor

From where it shines up from the leaves,

But, in passing, souvenirs still soar

Fleshlike out of trampled sheaves: 


The former season whirling off the trees,

Chasing saner, deeper fields than earth's,

Hints of summer spilling off the breeze,

Leaflets of our dislocated births,


Human flashes breaking through the gravel,

Even through despair should hold them back,

Understories noted for their travel

From soil to whatever destiny they lack.


Les Jardins du Luxembourg

October 29th, 2005 3 PM

Charles de Gaulle

October 30th, 2005

Ranho Santa Fe

October 31st, November 1st, November 6th, 2005