sails all your deepest desires deserted; the mouth of a wound confining the rest of you days, as spring spills over in moist shoots and billowing buds your heart sinks as a sick clam, limbs follow it down until subtle pull of upward umbilical cord, unfold your sails to refill
ørken mine is sleeping tulips.
ørken my mother’s sea is calm today.
— we found palm warblers. birds was feeding by the copse of trees south of water. were moving in the understory. then reappeared, to fly off to the north little blue heron at sand hollow too
— will rain make her bloom?
— gæst adskillelser, hvor jeg er tilstede og han bevæger sig (afsted). lufthavne vågner i torden. lugten af jet benzin hænger i næsen endnu. mit landskab: (bulbjerg) gæsterne sover i gæsteværelset ingen er døde endnu havtorn blomstrer fugle sover få timer om natten? børn er ude med bare ben til elleve de kalder harer kaniner uden bur de hopper rundt som dem og har haletudser i sylteglas slipper dem fri og føler sig nådige de lår de skubber deres kolde tæer ind imellem i sengen om morgenen bliver aske, så jord og så biller
— (i saw) rosy-finches from mid december through march off of cr 196 near lisbon valley, ut. last year. this year an even larger flock daily at the same location, the flock is over two hundred individuals. cr 196 (public road) runs right through latigo windfarm (private property). if anyone is interested in trying for them you can contact me for details
— briefly, the male is back. i hear him first, then get to watch him. his sound and bluest blue
best spring birds today were cattle egrets (why?). many long-billed curlews and some swallow too.not sure how much longer road will be open, water up over shoulder at first low spot. think the most western meadowlarks per square mile anywhere think they are gorgeous. think they are divine