Beethoven

sweeping the floor
with an adagio
straw bristles wilting

dinner is tomorrow
today I need nothing

visions_versions_bee

here comes the last bee
or second to none
and the sun sets
jeering at the effort
to get two feet
out from the other three
that succumb

visions_versions_w4

piles of dust on the border
heaps of wonder four or more
feet deep one or two or three
or in hand all at once
over an hour or so they go
from here to there and then to
kinetic implements drying
draw the the heat ou
because of janus
and the fever

vision_versions_b999

with a handfull of keys
that dont rust
automatic emblems of what
stuff opens up
have that fraction
of half thats passed in
the rest happens
unknown and unaccessed
quarter waves on plates served
phases white light and thunder
but dropped a hat at the mere
mention of the mother of
invention in the mirrors
reflection

parting lines
the painter
the stern
solid in time
fine fine fine

visions_versions_oak

lets let the wind guess
which leaf is dead last
honey brown
veins raised
a shadow cast
 a show made
worth the golden weight
to spot and blow down

tomatos

some like it hot
don't like it cold
tomatos on the vine rot
when they get old

grasshopper

ahead of the asters
behind the turns each
leafs take time turning
from green to less than
goes the grasshopper
who is all of october
slow in the low light

visions_versions_t-0

a coagulation on the vines
tangles hung with finery
the red of the sun
the orbit of a tongue
the dinner of one

bison

under leaf the bee
hangs on for not
much longer later
wash turns to frost

visions_versions_pleu

water poured out
under ground
and gone

the pollen lost
the golden rod
bows down
sopping