1/31/16: Others Commute

in rushing rooms

alone—yesterday’s scene

playing outside

1/30/16: Imagining

the ceiling calls

only in echo—”This,”

it says, “is how high”

1/29/16: Would Rather Have

heart’s dance,

stepping to rhythms laid

by time itself

1/28/16: Rain Coming

eyedropper of

ink in water—a blossom

of violets

1/27/16: The Last of It

reaching the floor,

crumbs from last night…

you were saying?

1/26/16: Routine

were days like petals

we might circle and circle

forgetting the sum

1/25/16: Waiting for the L

thinking of bees this

winter—cold their constant

rubbing

1/24/16: Driving

this road is straight, still

something feels sinuous—

snakes now vanished

1/23/16: You Said

a dictionary-

worth of words—each object

named finally

1/22/16: A While

returning to

a psalm of satisfaction—

acres of spice