Heartshadows
Grasswoodflower rise and fall
Like fine duets
Sung by Yin and Yang at their limits
Their most egregiously in tune
Shapecolorshadow blend and fight
In the most civil way
Provoking the heart of the matter
Again and again
Each to each while there’s still
A chance for aesthetic tumult
The horses graze in the valley
Sniff the breezesongcontras
Seven times
Before the ghost-stables call
And the birds Make Ten
Above all in bliss
In freedom like star-eyed notes
Choosing their own resonance
I feel blessed to know this
To see the heartshadows
On that side of the cave
Before I roll away the stone
— by Douglas Pinson
In Praise of Idleness