Poems August Running

Flock Gulls

Flock gulls fly by
beech throws green nut chestnut
clouds under black grey wind
send
three quarters moon clear
center crater pale

and by a maple a fence
a white berry bush
bay berry near long pine needles
brown now
a red beech umbrella
maple cross
more to ask the gleam clearing
red and gold under
clouds
tufted pine through last
winter's path
range glows