the swaying shadows
of trees
Category: forest
high wind
losing parts of words
sleep deprivation
a small bird’s shadow
crossing the snow
snowpack
the afterlife
of ghost plants
fool moon
that photo-negative sun
when I close my eyes
wind-sculpted snow
my caravan
of one
no jets
for hours the sky
unlined
just at the point
of running away
white-tailed deer
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
snow
whiter
oak
on a path
swallowed by forest
horned moon
purple
stripes on trees
nothing’s private
