Single-winged Samara (from the journal)

Incomplete, Acer?
Single-winged samara spins.
Heavy-headed butterfly,
whole in the light.  5-4-15 

All these days—

how will they be counted

if there are no poems,

no breath revisited?  5-23-15

Cool with a bit of

warmth to the eye,

the sharpness of bird bites.  5-23-15

Tiny, through the green round,

the blue sky,

circled.  5-23-15

Does dragonfly hear

woodpecker’s far knock

in his circle of sun?

White on black, both.

Now, moved to silence.  5-23-15

Come back now to silence

and maples’ new rose leaves

perched over all like sentries

with wings and pointed caps

aloft on air, here

where doors are not closed.  5-23-15

A bit of time—

oak steps through,

marking heart steps,

the dark verticals

moving down.  5-23-15

Side-stepping

to get to the holes between the words,

to the river running of its own accord.  5-24-15

Shenandoah

The perfect place—

air, water,

memories wrapped

and unwrapped.

A thin snake

the thread through all,

facing us with

clear eyes.  5-30-15

The years flow by,

but right here time pools around this

air-bound rock that floats free

under my pen

turning the currents

back around.  5-30-15