7/26/17: After Finishing a Novel

those now silent

voices persistent—mental

waves crashing

7/25/17: Every Color Becomes Green

tendrils and

thorns, leaf and sprout—

all light

and then you

think of territory

unwatched

smell might

be enough to tell us where

we find ourselves

yellow layer

between horizon and cloud—

today’s filo

noon, this

parking lot—nude asphalt

and no cloak

shadows appear

uneasy—shifting as if

to elude my gaze