time machine

you too
have never existed

second snow

my dreams these days
have other stars

on the side of the road
ready for winter

You can see farther this time of year because there’s so much less to see.

ridgetop wind
speaking in the voice
of a raven

the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes

the dragon in my rock
will never hatch

sun shriveling
in effigy

When I was a Buddha, my radiant body rang like a bell.

a gall wasp’s
empty oak apple
gone to seed

shadows open
their wings

showing me where to dig
Dad’s grave

I’m already passing
that distant lake

dead leaves rising up
to dance