At times it is like watching a face you have just met,
trying to decide who it reminds you of—
no one, surely, whom you ever hated or loved,
but yes, somebody, somebody. You watch the face
...
I've made a little sluice-gate in the flow
of cash across the spreadsheet on my screen.
Amid torrential chaos and foreseen
disasters it maintains its small and slow
...
Alexander Graham Bell
has shuffled off this mobile cell.
...
A drift of wind
when August wheeled
brought back to mind
an alfalfa field
...