another dog barked,
but he lay on the porch just
communing
another dog barked,
but he lay on the porch just
communing
when hurry leaves
my heart waits, hoping
not to be called
then air—
after translation—
apologizes
no angle
correct—sun nudging me
strangely
soil just wet—
spitting sky rousing
earth’s scent
red and
yellow—stains of motion
past
somewhere
a storm—evening bruised in
anticipation
air itself
wavers between breath and
surrender
some nights the moon—
a miracle—others
a bag of ash
summer sails
sprout from the lake—white grass
from blue earth