studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
Category: forest
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
In advance of a flight,
I feel increasingly restless and unmoored.
still nodding
where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
shadbush
pale as the memory
of shadbush
Grown old and grizzled,
you no longer have to wonder whether her scent is meant for you.
