clouds,
a mixed herd, heads twisted
to see pursuers
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Memory
9/16/17: Still Feels Like Summer
a willow lurches,
sobbing with every gust—
hot sun stares
9/10/17: I Used To Know What I Was Talking About
now, in times
of rain, a river yells
from dry canyons
9/9/17: A Not-So-Mysterious Cause
I dreamed dolphins nudged
me through seas—waking, I found
my phone buzzing
9/7/17: Voyager
until the ship—
then a speck in a torrent—
blinks out
9/6/17: Toiling in Secret
as if, over time,
caravans of ants carried
a city away
9/5/17: Advice on Cleaning Out Drawers
look for relics
underneath the paper
strata of days
