babies greeted
in costume into an odd
or usual world
babies greeted
in costume into an odd
or usual world
some soul left—
the scent of its going
welcome
outside a florist’s
I see a petal in a puddle
and think words
Why do
I only forget what
I’ve said?
another stride and
I break a spider’s web
and the last tie
too many journeys
half begun or half over—
clocks paused at noon
to work—
never so late as the sun
these days
hard not to stumble
when you’re still not fluent
in your home language
making skyscrapers
from shoe boxes—windows
all drawn, half cut
a cloud sleeps
in the sky—its great curled shape
a dragon stirring