A poem for Mike from Pauline Butling: (from Phyllis Webb's book titled Water and Light)Here's the Phyllis Webb poem again. I hope this time it comes through with line breaks. My email version didn't work. Grey-eyed dryad, have you seen oneif only for the sound ofgrey-eyed dryad. Or gull goneinto blue empyrion, the liftof wind fabulous, flowing, free-for all.Nothing is pure praxis,axis of this globe sendsdegree by degree us into curvedpath of portent, accident, perishableeye-sad dryad. Look at her. Here.The varied thrush, the orchard oriole,the crying dove, the skin-smooth olivegreen, olive-green, with a redpimientoheart.