bare ground again

a mourning cloak’s 
black velvet

gall

When I was a Buddha, my radiant body rang like a bell.

a gall wasp’s
empty oak apple
gone to seed

fallen hornets’ nest

the empty days
in his pocket calendar

praying mantis

the sacrament’s
exoskeleton

do I stay green

in the autumn wind
katydid

house

held by a swallowtail
with tattered wings

without knowing the future

monarch butterfly

gypsy moths

finding each other
without mouths

mountain

aficionado
of clouds

tiger beetle

in the road
teach me your kung fu

question mark butterfly

my shadow
taking the shot

now that it’s just my winter

mud dauber nests