BUFFALO SONG Alone.. still in the cold, deep night. Sway the high grass,pendulum waves; a rhythm Sensuous as a woman's hips in slow salsa time. Stir the leafy boughs,dipping swirls; a rhythm Heavy with frosted air flexing as does a mime. Stream the waters faster, sweeping stones; a rhythm Rushing from rapids to eddies, no where for long. Sense the standing figure,dimly lighted; in rhythm Only with another time. Hear the Buffalo Song. Still.. alone in the deep, cold night.