The beast of gulls peripheral grazing,
hollow leaves for the genus of flowers
paper-whites; late bloomer, human by my big graflex camera,
I snowshoed to a winderness telephone booth locking antlers far out
(without frightening the majesty of him, turn the lamb around)
light changed the wilds and I
golden eagle diving directly
a fine ram at the rim
these feathered travelers of some hope
a corridor of cottonwoods parklands and prairies
beyond the lake a snow of mallards
a footstool of aspen-covered bluff
from the stubble of wheat
heralding the coming of the female
their first adventure