up and down

these ancient mountains
my wobbly knees

praying mantis

the sacrament’s
exoskeleton

Old Man of the Woods

returning to the grove
he planted

moonlit forest

the giant
my father was

sleeping

with one eye open
it’s his vigil too

negative air

the yes/no yes/no
of his breath

insomnia moon

an old face mask
in my coat pocket

through the COVID ward’s

double-sealed doors
it’s autumn

do I stay green

in the autumn wind
katydid

trumpet of the dead

I’m listening

felled on migration

the clouds in his eyes

in the pines

my ration
of moonlight