the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism
an old man now
I take a look at myself:
so much more
than that rail-thin kid
who loved the blues
May Day
the engine block buried
in her garden
dog-like
my devotion to you
going bloom
tiger beetle
in the road
teach me your kung fu
budburst time
even the empty bench
is turning green
finding where the night goes
cave water
small seeds
the prayer-like feeling
of patting dirt
whitening sky
seed potatoes cut down
to one eye each
one snow
the forest is fully awake for
doomed blooms
Earth Day
millipede on the green
bathroom wall
waves passing through
its carpet of feet
sun-drenched spring woods
finding a dead leaf
to wipe my brow
