Trout
She lays her eggs
in a gravel nest,
crowns them with rock
and flees.
That snake sunning himself
What an attitude!
Another glove dropped
Another lost single.
Sometimes
someone
will pick one up
and stick it on a branch.
And then it waves
wanly.
“I don’t know, guys, I just can’t see it”
Flight from flatland
It’s all in the folding.
That’s the secret
to becoming a crane.
Easter
Can you believe it –
pulling the rabbit
out of the hat
at this late date?
Tree of life
PTSD
It’s like he’s in a cave.
He can’t leave the cave.
But sometimes he can
come up far enough
to see the light.
And sometimes I can
go down to where
I’m still not afraid.
And we meet for a time.



