moss climbing the trees

mountain lake

such a good old horse

this riderless body

between blinks

the satellite’s
dark cargo

dark hollow

all this time where
the great oak stood

a screech owl’s descending quaver

I forget who I am

without knowing the future

monarch butterfly

moon-gazing [2]

a mosquito wheal rises
on my bald head

moon-gazing

sad face circled
by a moth

turning over a new rock

black bear

July’s white heat

blossoming wintergreen

gypsy moths

finding each other
without mouths

lost time

the scarab remembering
its wings