breeze and music passing
through every knothole
Category: people
I have nothing against people. There just aren’t too many of them in my neighborhood.
the cat’s bowl
under the ofrenda
the sound of teeth
spring cleaning
a heart made of yarn
gives up its dust
tunnel vision
the darkness returning
each of our words
the elf in myself
no one’s watching
morning fog
woken by a text
about birds
Lenten moon
the trees must store these shadows
somewhere deep
first bifocals
the blurry line between
winter snd spring
New Year’s day
some leftover darkness
in my mug
shapes in the clouds
a lone kayaker raising her phone
lost time
the scarab remembering
its wings
I dreamed a giant silk moth fluttered into a museum
and joined its life-like relatives on the wall.
