Fall comes and we plant
seeds starting and dying at once—
stars in the earth.
Fall comes and we plant
seeds starting and dying at once—
stars in the earth.
These rocks run deep—
we walk on their worn faces
sharp edges hidden.
The coffeemaker
in brewing’s final throes—
really croaking.
The train is sound
arriving, sirens distant—
no pieces moving.
She’s always singing
silently—the moon mows
the night somewhere.
I dreamed the city
abandoned and woke the sun
to paint it white.
Spoon on the counter
shiny eye gathering
lights like stars.
To and from, from to—
chasing a sun arcing
through empty blue.
From here, you see sails
with no boats beneath them—empty
seashells racing.
The last tomatoes
suck the withering plant
inside them.