3/31/18: The Scent of Last Night’s Meal

onion, curry, and

the guest who’s left

a ghost

3/30/18: Umwelt

even

through winter—the firefly’s

bottle

3/29/18: Eight Truly Untranslatable German Words

as if any

thought and feeling were

translatable

3/28/18: First Birdsong

spring’s warbling

seems louder in trees as yet

unladen

3/27/18: Night in the City

black enamel

unlayered—a sky too thin

for a bowl

3/26/18: On My Failings

watching shadows

recede until noon and grow

to midnight

3/25/18: Recalling Teachers

blackboard ponds

clouded by erasures into

which you’ve dived

3/24/18: Eye of the Beholder

call the moon’s

half a smile—the last sign of

a Cheshire Cat

3/23/18: Traveling

toward horizons

where time and distance are

the same

3/22/18: The Tree Outside My Window

now a house that

last fall smoldered into flames

rebuilds itself