time machine

you too
have never existed

blue mountains

the dragon in my rock
will never hatch

boulder field

letting the wind help
fold my map

bare sandstone

in my earliest memories
you were granite

all in black I pass

a walker all in white
autumn mountain

old strip mine

a fragment of forest
preserved in shale

turning over a new rock

black bear

coffin-shaped spring

the plucked banjo string
of a tanager

up slope

on all fours
the growl in my chest

sitting

for a spell
sand stone

happy

or apprehensive
old black birch

snowfall

imagine being buried
in a blank page