You go
I cry
a river longs for sleep


**


Some hop over,
some stomp through;
the puddle


**


The tree bark cracks
Thick with moss;
Another birthday


**


Even the dead
he visits;
the wasp
at my vase


**


How envious
that the pigeon begs
no purpose


**


Needles,
pricking the breeze;
sew the scent of evergreen


**


The puddle,
flooding,
spills my reflection
down a street grate


**


delusions:
Predicting rain,
and yet
I forget the season


**


Sitting in the silent room,
your music
comes to mind


**


Sun,
Through aphid lace
Speckles my lover's back -
A thousand windows invites this touch
Each freckle of light


**


The maple’s bough
bending
lower,
lower -
dips the dancing moon;
not a leaf rustled


**


Farsi,
from her lips
inscribes the sky;
lazuli
they fly -
two eagles


**


Dressed for moonlight,
only silver
only a whisper
to anoint skin
with skin


**


Water,
pooling,
makes lakes
out of collarbones


**


Two suns
one mango, one fire
spill morning’s nectar
down my browned arm

Sticky and free -

These blue plains
wedded,
still;

I bathe in canopy


**


Waning silver lip
Sips the llapping floodplains
Of this slurried night;
A conch shell
Stranded at my window
An invitation
To hear your
Name
One more
Time


**


Altars left by winter;
the twigs of a bird nest balanced
on the twigs of a tree


**


Back to back they sleep,
two bookends
Under sheets


**


Malting;
red wool caught
on the white willow


**


Floating down night’s bated breath,
my nakedness a raft
for this moon's trembling light;
drifting, drifting -
to carry
to guide,
the moon, to illume
even the slightest sigh
of love


**


Seeking warmth
above my bed -
the spiders' graveyard


**


Hiking for days,
all the trees
Mona Lisa


**


Sitting in the lawn chair
beckoning Ra;
damp leaves crisping
under foot