12/7/19: Another Thought

something perfect

in a circle makes it hard

to leave

12/6/19: Eying His Oaks

now that all trees

are leafless—he can’t know which

won’t return

12/3/19: On Poetic Descriptions

were the sea wine-

dark or dusk purpled, we might

never cease weeping

11/18/19: Testing

as if all the dawn

and dusk skies were themselves

litmus