visions_versions_n

cool light spills
adjacent rooms ever
even just a bit
get a little glimmer
 

visions_versions_w

The scissors for the rope
are hung with care
the whereabouts unknown
the rest of the stuff

visions_versions_b

a night of fish
jumping
and more than acorns
sounding

water levels

A NEW REACH

further down the coast
the river finds
perfectly reflected
the river

burdock

keep the burrs
guessing the day
that hands close
around shadows
like noons noose
pulling up or what

wavelengths

tomatos to be green
still and the wind whips
tasking stalks on a dip
tasting the tired dirt
stakes ask for a hand
tomorrow with string
understanding which band
f(ro)m am to pm
absorbing their take

shingles

done that one
two does it work
down pour town
time to find out

deluge

these the sun sums
up to the heart
the stalks bent
water weighth an eighth
of a ton I speak a tongue
worth with all
and for all its worst

visions_versions_pittsburgh

After the cherries peaked they went killer sour. The robins and starlings came and got drunk on cherries. Every morning soused birds bobbed on the stairs and sat stumbling around the yard.

visions_version_wI

gone gone gone
wind who catches
what ever tries
times divides
blind spots in
and out of line