Fortress north
Cold as glass
Friendship south
Take your task
To the number
Nine eight two
Through the wood
No lion fears
In the sky the water veers
Small of scale
Step across
Perspective should not be lost
In the center of four alike
Small, split,
Three winged and slight
What we take to be
Our strongest tower of delight
Falls gently
In December night
Looking back from treasure ground
There’s the spout!
A whistle sounds.
At the place where jewels aboundFifteen rows down to the groundIn the middle of twenty-oneFrom end to endOnly three stand watchAs the sound of friendsFills the afternoon hoursHere is a…
If Thucydides isNorth of XenophonTake five stepsIn the area of his directionA green tower of lightsIn the middle sectionNear thoseWho pass the coliseumWith metal wallsFace the waterYour back to the…
Beneath two countriesAs the road curvesIn a rectangular plotBeneath the tenth stoneFrom right to leftBeneath the ninth row from the topOf the wall including small bricksSeven steps up you can…
LaneTwo twenty twoYou’ll see an arc of lightsWeight and roots extendedTogether saved the siteOf granite wallsWind swept hallsCitadel in the nightA wingless bird ascendedBorn of ancient dreams of flightBeneath the…
Of all the romance retoldMen of tales and tunesCruel and boldSeen hereBy eyes of oldStand and listen to the birdsHear the cool, clear song of waterHarken to the words:Freedom at…
At stone wall’s doorThe air smells sweetNot far awayHigh posts are threeEducation and JusticeFor all to seeSounds from the skyNear ace is highRunning north, but first acrossIn jewel’s directionIs an…
View the three stories of MitchellAs you walk the beating of the worldAt a distance in timeFrom three who lived thereAt a distance in spaceFrom woman, with harpsichordSilently playingStep on…
The first chapterWritten in waterNear menWith wind roseBehind bending branchesAnd a green picket fenceAt the base of a tall treeYou can still hear the honkingShell, limestone, silver, saltStars move by…
In the shadowOf the grey giantFind the arm thatExtends over the slender pathIn summerYou’ll often hear a whirring soundCars aboundAlthough the signNearbySpeaks of Indies nativeThe natives still speakOf him of…