Poetry

They all rise at once / small white birds / imperceptible a moment before / on the sandbar’s long finger / Behind them /
rock face obscures the sky …

The clearing with its soft grass opens your mouth. You tell me about your son’s death. It happened the morning of his high school graduation. When he didn’t come down, you went upstairs to wake him. The household in an upbeat mood. The two older …

The man works quickly / repairs the blue jay’s wing / ties three knots with blue thread. / He remembers pulling weeds / killing spiders. / He is now happy for any living thing …

Hunched leaves fly / across the line / of bird tracks in snow. / I stand outside the window …