It Stands to Reason

Just as that fledgling starts
To leave, its branch begins

An imperceptible trembling.

Vagrancies

A bed

Of crimson mushrooms
In the forest

.

In the clearing, a sea
Of blue anemones

.

In the wind, a gleaming copper

.

Penny for your thoughts.

Stalker

Coming

Alive or dying, we sensed nothing
But the haunting thought that told us

Something was wanting.

Making It Anew

--after Ezra Pound

At sunset,
Confucius say

Nothing new
Under the sun

But old lunatic moon
Set in way.

The Further Adventures of the Squint-eyed Kid

In this chapter, we discover The Kid and
his accomplice holed up in a "howling wilderness", picking off clunkers left and right.