July 2019

darkening sky
American exceptionalism
casts its pall

event horizon wherever i'm not

morning dew . . .
this world reborn
without tombs

my shadow
darkens a spring noon's
play of light

forest floor
signs of frost appear
for the seeking

heat shimmer
the garden of eden's

the distance
between snowfalls
between breaths

dead low water
birth smell, death smell
from beach wrack

two by two
returning geese honk

blooming there
unlike any other
mountain rose