“A dinosaur.”

Said with a dismissive tone, as if it should’ve known the sky was glass.

indigo bunting corpse

indigo bunting corpse / in front of my door / shockingly blue

big fake stare

haiku: “big fake stare / the caterpillar is tired / of being a caterpillar”

rainbows

rainbows
where the chainsaw sat
leaking oil

black walnut hulls

their stains leak in thin tendrils down the face of the wall

old railroad trestle

shoes dangle by their laces where we used to climb

empty henhouse

all the wild birds are scolding something in the hedge

blossoming witch hazel

I pound a stuck storm window with a Chinese dictionary

first rain in weeks

the dry canyons in my moss garden disappear

first coltsfoot flowers

take aim at the overcast sky

icicles lengthen

the snow shares a shadow with the wall

snow-covered gabions

suddenly I want to descend those giant steps