In swooping ink strokes  Our names had made the top …

An inspiration, at last— the doe beneath the window.  Present,…

They soar in dreams, they cry at night, They burn…

The time passed  It crawled, then raced  The jumps were…

The cosmic connection, the people we meet, Some teach us…

First-day tension and crackling cavity   Dozen eyes, dozen titles …

Fate, divine, takes flight  The pappus dances on the air …