the fruiting body
of a fungus
old strip mine
a fragment of forest
preserved in shale
moss climbing the trees
mountain lake
such a good old horse
this riderless body
between blinks
the satellite’s
dark cargo
dark hollow
all this time where
the great oak stood
a screech owl’s descending quaver
I forget who I am
without knowing the future
monarch butterfly
moon-gazing [2]
a mosquito wheal rises
on my bald head
moon-gazing
sad face circled
by a moth
turning over a new rock
black bear
July’s white heat
blossoming wintergreen
