karma

I seek your forgiveness

I study the trembling roadmap

The house is so quiet

Perhaps love is like all else

When my hand raised
above the silver foam

From Edom I have gone

Brutal honesty is the knife

I stand still by the window

Are there dreams enough

She sits by the window

For too long she has walked

How did you find your way

Her body moves through the city

Catching Smoke In His Hands

The Falcon and the Sea

Variation on a Poem
by Cortney Davis

June 4, 2004