the million tiny voices of
                              the birds are only calls
                              calls calls calls in the
                              early evening air


 



 
Qing dynasty vases, four poems by tom staley, the million tiny voices of the birds are only calls calls calls calls...
                             tom staley, poet, four poems, Qing dynasty vases, measuring moments as wended time his way...her present is a rock from which they watch time...




measuring moments as wended time his way
he wearily realized the stream
is a dream.
helpful hands held him here, her
present was a rock
from which they watched time.











she leaves and the world
surges in; bird calls and
whistles, fade out into
bird calls and whistles










               tom staley, qing dynasty vases, poems, poem, she leaves and the world surges in...
                                     tom staley, four poems, qing dynasty vases, poem, moods pass like parts of rainbow under skin

                     



                               moods pass
                                 like parts
                                of rainbow
                                under skin