dog in the fog

muzzle swiveling to catch
every scent

icy road

leaving the car in the care
of the low sun

the blind dog lapping
at her reflection

sawed-off end of a log
now riddled
with openings

maple-leaf viburnum / turns out its true color / is viburnum

probing the beebalm’s red forked tongues

haiku: state forest / a maze of snail trails / on the road sign

at the trailhead / a maple limb grows down / into the earth

indigo bunting corpse / in front of my door / shockingly blue

snake at my feet / wanting and not wanting / to stroke its scales

the acrid odor / of a stinkbug’s fear / kitchen spider

skull / on my filing cabinet / still has all its teeth