The mist you’re in
is light on the dirt
on my own window.
I’d clear if it I could,
to see you as you are.
Intent
The superior life above
Two lines of birds,
two helicopters circling
seeking
the accomplice?
of the wanton killer,
and a lone jetliner
leaving our fair town
The gyre
Calling
Other people are doing other things,
but only I can do this.
Hailstorm
Imminent Angelus
Waterway
I threw away this: ?
And turned it all into facts
Biking the sky
