Poetry — "White Leaves"
Testimonial
"This is a book, but something much beyond a book. It's a wonder. I especially like the little poems,
but somehow of course the whole book is a poem."
– Ronald Goodman, Sinte Gleska Collage, Rosebud Sioux Reservation
Selected
Poems
Perhaps the crow is not a crow
but a speck fallen
from the blackness of space.
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Perhaps the cicada is not a cicada
but the earth growing wings
to turn darkness into music.
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The earth whispers to the Cottonwood,
"Grow, grow."
Deep inside her he finds an ocean.
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Why does solitude need so many companions?
Is the sun complaining or the moon?
Shouldn't mirrors be content with their own face?
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Long after the cardinal stops singing
the song travels from flower to flower
searching for the flavor of red.
Purchasing
WHITE LEAVES, a book of tiny poems, a post bound book arts piece, is available for purchase for $25 through me.