Some thoughts toward a rite of spring.
Category: water
trail maps
the easy chair’s
mountain
bubbles
frozen under the ice
or current resident
high winds
a falling branch crashes
my party of one
Say what you will about the lizard brain;
it would be useful to have an unblinking third eye to keep track of the sun.
thirsty dog
the pond’s ice creaks
under her weight
I dream I’m possessed by a demon who gives me seizures.
No pain, no gain, he makes me hiss through a throat stretched thin as a telephone line.
where that heron used to stand
a painting of a heron
still nodding
where the fisher broke cover
foamflowers
It staggers me
to think that I owe my existence to the most athletic among a crowd of sperm cells.
throbbing
a hundred ways at once—
wood frog party
A small box of leftover parts
from all the broken things I tried to fix.
