Author: admin

In the hours before it falls in earnest
snow is nothing but a song half-written
and anxious to be what it becomes.

Not quite a vision quest, but that was the idea. A small group of girls would hike to some remote lake, and one got to stay up all night with the counselor, writing her way toward dawn…

when you begin to think
where I am in this world
and if I could live without you
you need to stop

Her baby hummingbird
hangs on a branch
of a dead poplar tree.

It’s like a game of whack-a-mole,
the newspaper says. Public health
workers are pictured on page one.
In cloaks of blue plastic, moon
boots and monster goggles,
they look like ghosts.

Sweating in the summer heat, these bastards swagger down the street in big brown shoes,
they smell like humans and leather

Kick your bird-song, Parakeet, and leap. You can.