mountain

without peaks
keep going

moon on ice

moon on ice
that emphatic
WHO-all

no visitors

to track up my snow
mourning dove wings

lost

idiolect are you
my mutter

snowfall

imagine being buried
in a blank page

January

the shrinking circle
of my needs

distant gunshots

the new tattoo
has turned scaly

growing needles

in an icy fog—
perjury charges

out before dawn

the perfect fit of foot
to footprint

American bittersweet

the great poet’s death
trending on Twitter

mountain gorge

we climb to gaze at the stream’s
effortless descent

power plant plumes

dead broomsedge hissing
in the ridgetop wind