“Wind” and “Scattering”–two short poems


Wind spills over the mountain

and rushes into this valley.

It skates across the river

and gains the near-side shore.

It overcomes the chemical factory and the Rehab Center,

and it floods the campus,

its unity is broken by buildings

before it chills the hand that writes these words.


16 January 2001




Light scatters all over the morning sky,

planets, stars, and the expanding beyond.

Lord Rayleigh understands.

Whispy weather moves west to east,

and I can find due north.

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