I want to square the ridgeline

What jagged blue exists in the south

Much like the white pines
their soft wood and pollen

Birds I do not know call
ghosts and meridians

A wonder of smoke

Will travel for
Will become or will do nothing at all

It is quite perfect to be away from home

What different lines gather
And of course desire drives

A host of sounds
What ever makes them

I wonder as fluids turn monsters

An unmaking occurs each time
I look for some particular thing

Red seedling

Yellow flower

Watching the dawn is not hard


Andrew Ruzkowski

Elizabeth Claire RoseLuminary (color print from film)