Monthly Archives: September 2016
Light show, exaltation of bugs and dust
Darting and grabbing
gulping and dying
Once more to the lake
The big scramble for money
Souls a hardening mess in a crappy little pan
Cabin
Backyard birds
The slate-colored junco,
the pine siskin,
the dipper, the catbird,
the chukar and starling,
and you and me and our many
winglit warbly ways.
Washington apples
I love being up early
I love making the coffee and thinking of my grandmother.
I love how a kitchen light can be
the only light in the house,
and a clock the only sound.
I used to wake to it.
Now I make it for others.
Autumn gate
What the Dutch know (signs in the park)
Don’t let children pee in the water.
Only clean butts in the pool.