imagine being buried in a blank page
the shrinking circle of my needs
the new tattoo has turned scaly
in an icy fog— perjury charges
the perfect fit of foot to footprint
the great poet’s death trending on Twitter
we climb to gaze at the stream’s effortless descent
dead broomsedge hissing in the ridgetop wind
all the green feathers of fern and moss
the “cosmic” flavor of the cloud from her vape