Here, the goldenrod, is now rich. As I watched these three
horse-carts run the trail that rims a nearby bog, this thought came. A sneeze?



goldenrod
borders this horse-cart trail
the roan snorts

Seasons end like sunsets; the Catbirds have flown. _m


days close
words that cross this silent pond
birds fly south

Soon; this from late last Septober, or perhaps it was Octember_?


yellow leaves
float down this tired river
three ducks