finding each other
without mouths
lost time
the scarab remembering
its wings
day moon’s polypore
the smell of heat
taking it slow
through the humid forest
yellow plasmodium
humid forest
the stream’s
ghostly double
fallen
bird’s nest of roots
nowhere to turn
mountain
aficionado
of clouds
heat lightning
the meadow’s whisper
of crickets
trailside camp
the Indian cucumber root’s
second story
stopping for the view
an inchworm’s pure green
on my hat brim
coffin-shaped spring
the plucked banjo string
of a tanager
rain still falling from the trees
wood thrush song
