Two-timing winds sweep across seasonsI wrap a shawl around my shouldersas tourists camera-chase a moving beastdark-listing swift leopards as they smile atomnipresent, boring barasinghas The forest is no easy place to bewhen clouds shield a late-coming sunI stretch my palms to see what I can catchStreaming down between the leavesI catch nothing more than disappointmentetched … Continue reading Terminus
Terminus
