pleu

just the rain that falls
touches all in a column
until the leafs and stalks
tasked to set out and catch
bask in plethora's redirect

swallows

but never faster
than that reflection
on the water
that they fly over
closer and closer

pastures of plenty

when cisco sang to woody
who then died
where all of us have been
where all of us will be
whilst first, with the dust
while after, out with the wind

states

let it break more
completely before
everything and anything
is done and all
the stops pulled
last resort booked
the boats all launched
the beaches swept clean
out into the sea
back again we go

dust

knuckles deep the dust
of last night over
our turns in sleep
some keep

visions_versions_birds1

with little flicks of the wings
a robin stalks a worm
under an overcast sky
all types of lives

granite two

let down the stone
which with the weight
of the world fractures
at the edge of each
ache and facet
chrysanthemum red
exposed and iron ends

granite

what it is that
the rocks say about
the river that sat
once high above
now downhill
running on
among and below
a weight off
flimsy and soaking
prone to breaking
in white frothing
from the mouth
and all along
of course