end of day
three snails devour
one blossom
Month: September 2011
long summer
the smell of rain
new again
September 11
Living in New Jersey, it was noon before I turned on the TV and heard that the planes had hit the towers. My first thought was of my ex-girlfriend, who was still a friend.
the window
overgrown with trumpet vine
my dream of flying
tornado siren,
even the stars take shelter
summer’s end—
I let the thimbleberry
rest on my tongue
liquid sky . . .
a steel bucket hits
the well water