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