round and round

though four but at least one
a wheel is not a number
the zero denominator
a shape of road hum
homily on the roll
some a torus
so much moves us
from vulcan to defacto

damselflies

divinity in wings
red center ending
in light passing
winds at speed
spreading a web
even in cheating
partial differential
integral deference

on par

the feet recon
with the rest of concern
the hands the eyes
the head that learns
with effort and effect
across the globe walks
in search of a ball
hit and hit and oft lost

summer as any

may be hot
may be cold

may be the temperature
of the tree
may be the temperance
of the bee

prone to call
honey a home
apt to find
sun in rain

the soft notes of night
bends of bows
ends of waves
some are made

ninety eighty

wheel we ditch
in events of this
symmetry is with it
knee deep in thistle
heels to cigs
visions shivers
under close cloud
colors prisms covers
two by two
wings on milkweed
with iris wishes
next visits makes its
star crossed minutes
on all our digits

dids and its

here goes so much
the ears of august
sounds all dust bound
once a year
drawn out often enough


lambdas in silence
as a lamp is lit
period if its seen

a lagrange point
a fulcrum
one to one

after noon

here it is
the sun
boiling me into
a gin and tonic
a bent pine
on ice not one to
expire or show the breeze
how to shoo
the bugs away

in town

the most personal detail
may be the smallest bug
puncturing your back
an itch without a lack for words
resources left at the curb
unattended roses whos toes
find every thorn
or that crow of late
early evening dead
branches holding up one