Yoga tape today
played fast-forward, then upward-
downward-- pen in child’s pose.
Weeds through cobblestones
pulled and piled, blown apart--
roots stay in the ground.
Dishes in the sink
are now...
Winter Solstice
We drive in the darkpast the open fieldsinto the neighborhood:Millions of lights on the housesin the trees—the world a-twinkle with hopewhile overhead a...
Street Scene
Early evening heat rises frompavements, from cement and asphalt,carrying a scent slightly sour,slightly acrid—oily and tar-like.
Outside the café, beyond its fenced-intables, a large...
