peonies

listen to these peonies
at night the pink filters
the ripples lift and blister
frequencies indivisible after
visit the eyes without their
edges no extraneous matter

roosevelt

the dimes a dozen
on the pavement clinking
old money scatters stochastic
some roll some spin
in one place on the rim

cottonwood

today on the way
the last snow
showing up and down
the cottonwood throws
pitches our nose blows

brinks

the fringes show
the sun extra dark
a fire black shroud
hung overhead
breaths into gasps
make them last

plumber

the water needs to stop
to start again later
finding the old pipes
new spigots in a few

foghorn leghorn

now see hear now sea here
morning catches the fog
unawares the horns blare
shaken awake scared
 

water cycles

brilliant is the emerald pond
the trees gather around

bustling shiners zipping
rippling up the surface
after the millers and mayflies
spring bugs emerged now back
for a last dip

nets and lines

the spider files the still night
under the heading of right
lines tense and slack
and as the trees grow
we all wait for the midges
to tell us their hum

a patient loom

on longest legs and toes
the heron poses

a theorem on bones

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meandering down dark paths
the acorns gather sharp clinging
at each step a breath
grasses bushes sigh
little ones brush aside
stars millions of miles
light infinitely binds