even after
we depart, sticks we post
remain sundials
11/1/20: Instagram
and again—
your insistent whispering
rumbling through my soul
7/29/20: Thrum
rumbling skies
and driving rain—no space
between the beats
7/28/20: Art Farm
seeing some other
order in a vine snaking
through the trellis
7/15/20: Renaissance Painters on Instagram
possessed
visibly by the
invisible
6/24/20: Virtual Reality
a leash and
collar encircling
the hydrant
6/9/20: Calendar
only its
ordered squares sit so safely
six feet apart
1/24/20: Art Class
paints burn in
colors at temperatures
I can’t reach
11/16/19: Futile Creation
all the world’s
artists drawing one object
from different angles
9/21/19: Your Post One Year Ago
playing mirrors’
angles, you glimpse yourself as
another
haiku streak 