the cloying scent
of azaleas
Category: forest
lady slipper
every way a bee
can bumble
wood ears
another language
I’ve lost
sun after rain
the dust on
my glasses
watching
the live stream
lonesome hollow
sitting
for a spell
sand stone
un-
POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words
say morel
and they all hide
say the old times
dog-like
my devotion to you
going bloom
tiger beetle
in the road
teach me your kung fu
budburst time
even the empty bench
is turning green
one snow
the forest is fully awake for
doomed blooms
