this time I only merit
a brief sniff
on the morning
of my departure leaves bordered in frost
unsettled sky—
studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
bound tight
by a dead leaf—
cleavers
In advance of a flight,
I feel increasingly restless and unmoored.
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.
shadbush
pale as the memory
of shadbush
Grown old and grizzled,
you no longer have to wonder whether her scent is meant for you.
Flowers evolved as clickbait for pollinators.
You won’t believe what happened next.
jumping spider
pressed flat except for
its arc of eyes
ancient street tree
all its alternative routes
marked X
