from SIGNS by Larry Levis
…If there were messages or signs,
I might hear now a voice tell me
to walk forever, to ask
the mold for pardon, and one
by one I would hear out my sins,
hear they are not important—that I am
part of this rain
drumming its long fingers, and
of the roadside stone refusing
to blink, and of the coyote
nailed to the fence with its
long grin…
Chris Bronsk 
Glad to hear that. Thanks for the great comment.
Love the feeling in both images and poetry…
I’m glad you like the shots. The Levis poem is a favorite of mine.
I’m listening to the rain fall, and feeling skittish, especially after reading that piece. Nice series of images.
I’m not sure who that ghost is, Arjun.
Is it you in III ?