at the junkyard who saves whom
destroying angel
mushroom on his chin old turtle
blocking the trail
a castleback orbweaver’s latest fly
back from a hike
a leaf-footed bug on the Honda
patchy fog
the pileated woodpecker nailing it
grease grass
such a fancy red for the wind
out of my mind
the insects i’ve traded for this breeze
water striders
going against the flow to stay still
what the trees
at night are saying katy did
hiding
in the forest fires formaldehyde
trailside stump
an emerald ash borer’s
whole journey
clearing wind
I’ve managed to escape my flies
