half-way up the mountain

a whiff
of the river

up slope

on all fours
the growl in my chest

mayfly dance

the cloying scent
of azaleas

lady slipper

every way a bee
can bumble

wood ears

another language
I’ve lost

sun after rain

the dust on
my glasses

watching

the live stream
lonesome hollow

steady rain

not wishing to be
anywhere else

sitting

for a spell
sand stone

un-

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words

say morel

and they all hide
say the old times

high spring

the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism