a screech owl’s descending quaver

I forget who I am

lost time

the scarab remembering
its wings

aficionado
of clouds

the plucked banjo string
of a tanager

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words

millipede on the green
bathroom wall
waves passing through
its carpet of feet

pear trees advertising
for sex

trembling in the breeze
of passing trucks

in the forest
the footfalls of moss

filling my mug
spring peepers

to warm up your engine
solitary bee

with its skunk cabbages
an empty airport