Civilization

Those are the people who do complicated things.

     they'll grab us by the thousands

     and put us to work.

World's going to hell, with all these

     villages and trails.

Wild duck flocks aren't

     what they used to be.

Aurochs grow rare.

Fetch me my feathers and amber

         *

A small cricket

on the typescript page of

"Kyoto born in spring song"

grooms himself

in time with The Well-Tempered Clavier.

I quit typing and watch him through a glass.

How well articulated! How neat!

Nobody understands the ANIMAL KINGDOM.

         *

When creeks are full

The poems flow

When creeks are down

We heap stones.