4/30/13: Flora and Fauna

the tiniest blooms—

microscopic—must open

inside us

4/29/13: Some Days

having no woodpile

you gather lines, having no sun

you gather sighs

any order

of words will do today,

any

a plastic figure

planted to his neck, spying

on us all

when one bird

flies near, the others

fly away

look at people

walking—you see some carry

weightier longing

a keel aground,

the boat tipped away, no sea

beneath us