The Sugars of Existence What he feels, he acts upon; What determines truth describes consequence. Aspens in the high country, Cottonwoods along the river— The heart-shaped leaves of May, The dark loss of attachment in winter. Wherever he goes, some animal has gone before, And usually a raven sits on a naked branch Watching him as he passes. The universe possesses muscles— He knows tense and relaxation, But now he struggles to focus his eyes— Deer at the side of...
