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For my mother The past never stays where you left it flying off to perch on some other branch migrating to a different nest If I could make the past hold still sing its accustomed song flutter its painted wings the way it used...

It’s a matter of shape and velocity he says talking about airplanes but to me it sounds more like faith an intake of breath that carries you somewhere above the ordinary an instinctive gratitude for the crispness of the air for...

Spat out by a volcano eons ago banded by sand, bloomed with plumeria, protea, palm We flew there twice but no more no more long-line airport no more carry-on in the overhead bin no more tray table in the upright and locked...

Bioluminescence – a serious word and the cold light from its belly is serious indeed to the firefly See me it signals come to me love me as if beetles could love But I love them – always have their flitting flickering delighted...

Telescopes train glassy eyes on our flaming star. Satellites circle sideways in the plane where planets travel. And now a new craft will ring the sun top to bottom to get a better view. It’s a matter of trajectory. Sometimes you...

Arrayed in summer-flower colors,
water bottles at the ready, they’re two abreast,
a group of six in ritual procession
down the sidewalk.