GTX

a curt delinquent glide

eyelids slide from side to side

hang; over builder’s yards

suburban sprawl, no sound

for a mouse is a mouse, after all

On Evolution

pavemeant

second inch of rain – 

sibilant whisper, a dove –

glistenality – 

iris

snails billow below

star and sky, mirth, surf and turf

there is only this

don’t pine, martin

hey, timorous beast!

one hundred years, not a peep

hunting you next week

bee happy

geranium thoughts

your garden is nature caught

not learned and not taught

flow

tectonic motion

a sanguine capillary

our home is alive

we are all stream

– there is a river

– where the reeds

– meet the wind

 

– and the bridge

– holds the weight

– of one thing

 

– to love life

– is to be

–  here

– but be so sad all the same

skand

– skand is a word –

– it is a portmanteau –

– of sky and land –

– the breach between creature –

– and cloud –

– skand is a word –