Prologue In cacti and morning glories down working the garden tending thru the details cactus morning glory cactus morning glory along the fence line... ~ el napo de leon (...like how that sounds) continued effort(without trying) toward along the hard and the soft toward beside the healing in[of]this world empirically coming at you solid and square (chin) detaching while maintaining equal-libra-mmm... ~ Dried Leaves on the ground stirring the wind blows them in abstract circles... dried noises as they scatter about where do dried leaves eventually go is this "dried leaf" condition same as equivalent to our old age physically gone by spring as each one of us has a season... ~ Early Morning Rain (with Maria) had you with me as I awoke this rainy morning with me as around-enveloped covered in your essence your giving ah, breathe in... deeply as to hold without-the trying more at-the allowing all of you to stay somewhile longer ...gentle breeze swirls[you] nowhere/everywhere before departing scattering (as you must) the sun briefly breaks thru as I watch you at play between raindrops