Heat of the blanket,
cool of the pillow…
long sun
☯️
Low sun…
the fact of flies
on ferns
☯️
Two thumbs
to the weave of the sock…
cold sun
☯️
Cap and gown,
she boards the bus…
by the bums
☯️
Birdsong…
squawk anxious
at the fire engine
☯️
In twilight
I become…
the crow’s caw
☯️
“Flag Day”
reads my phone…
unassuming
☯️
The night, rich…
the tide, stolen half
of the wind
☯️
A broken heart…
and a little girl
with a stuffed seal
☯️
Broken down…
green bow
on her backpack
☯️
Spring,
curly red hair–
overhead catch
☯️
Cold room
cannot quell…
lilies in a pot
☯️
Pond…
frog plop scrambles
summer moon
☯️
Bus glass, low sun…
“Exit” backwards
on her skin
☯️
Pigeon,
head-bobs implacable…
tunnel station
☯️
Cold breeze…
old man holds out his hand
from the bench
☯️
Gnat
at the emperor’s tomb…
expects company
☯️
