the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes
Category: sky
blue mountains
the dragon in my rock
will never hatch
shapes in the clouds
a lone kayaker raising her phone
boulder field
letting the wind help
fold my map
bare sandstone
in my earliest memories
you were granite
frost on the windshield
blank spaces on the map
autumn pond
a bottomless blue
six inches deep
driving home from the hospital
the boundless sky
thunder
and katydids—
tonight’s soup
rain still falling from the trees
wood thrush song
spring sunset
more of a comment
than a question
pruning season
the angel of history’s
prosthetic wings
