why doesn’t it pool underground
like a reservoir of eternal summer?
Tag: trees
Four months away
even the full moon isn’t
where I left it
bronze Gandhi
patina sending tendrils
toward the earth
In Weimar
the very trees are smothered
in historic moss
unsettled sky—
studying the markings
of bark beetle larvae
In advance of a flight,
I feel increasingly restless and unmoored.
ancient street tree
all its alternative routes
marked X
spring equinox
the tracks of the wind
have yet to melt
The white dwarf’s embrace of its black hole partner is so close,
it sends headline writers into hyperdrive. To some, the black hole is predatory; to others, the star is insane. But what if it’s love?
On this day of small storms,
that GIF of the sun hurtling through space and the spiraling tracks of its planets.
The music entered me.
But it wasn’t until I got up to dance that I entered the music.
mountainside
echoing with tundra swans
a dead deer
