BRIDGES Let us build bridges, he says, of stone and steel indestructible by the weight of the armored who will save us. Let’s braid flexible things, she says,

  THE FAREWELL   There it already stands, around the corner, old age, like a leafless tree. Let’s hold for a moment, here, under the sky, that gives

LONGING I want you like a fallen angel who reached his Heaven and drank water from the crystal spring. I want you like a flower that discovered the

  THE CANALS OF AMSTERDAM A city in November at nightfall: There are only the canals of Amsterdam Suddenly, The oranges on the tree at my house Quiver

ECHO 11 peer into its memory, soul defying gravity, visit light dreaming on blue petaled lavender, watch the spinning raindrops suspended in air capturing and reflecting the universe