no humans here
in this place
so full of life

yet misanthropic
the marsh
a new breath

for the breather
a new taste
for old flesh

fumes over the waters
crickets and frogs...
cranes strut so ghastly


no humans there
where my wheels and legs

take me
the road in the night
is a tunnel to a dreamland

midnight forests smell with a new life
for a struggled one
fumes over the treetops

the night had risen
and old owls still learn from the stars...


old owls learn from the stars...