11/27/19: A Quiet Morning

newspaper pages

turn—the city’s low rumble

broken by sirens

11/25/19: Winter Morning

angled sun

between buildings—empty trees’

shade pulled thin

11/21/19: Winter

waking

mid-realization—birds

have moved out

11/18/19: Testing

as if all the dawn

and dusk skies were themselves

litmus

11/8/19: The Change

while I slept

a storm—and every leaf left

fell in one night

10/25/19: The Other Twilight of Such Day

awake and

knowing exactly when

the alarm will sound