TWO POEMS WRIT

today. But I feel I'm really just hemming and hawwing -- like I'm just doing warm-up. It's slightly disconcerting, writing poems that aren't intended to be parts of a whole except insofar as each poem is part of all other poems...

The wild animals are more visible of late. Makes me wonder what's happening over the mountaintop, on the other side. Why are the animals coming more and more Galatea's way?

This morning, three coyotes and...