Evening and their calls echo down these hills of oak, eucalyptus, screams, high pitched, urgent– we give them words instinct, warning, longing. Safe
Translated by Marilyn McCabe Time, from its pipes, calls in clear chords: Be one with the sun, you souls and bodies. By dusty paths
Half century old sailboat propped up with a heavy winter blanket tight against its hull like the body of one who worked long to