at the little grey house on the corner
the spirea has begun to bloom,
delicate white blossoms creeping mistily down its long, slender branches.
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april showers
after weeks of dry weather —
or merely a tease of moisture in the form of fog
or snow or sleet or drizzle —
the spring skies have finally broken open
time in the essence
all day yesterday i thought it was tomorrow
because my watch’s day-of-the-month counter
had skipped ahead when i wasn’t looking.
desecrated places
wendell says there are no unsacred places,
only desecrated ones, but i don’t know
what desecration looks like in the wild.
language class
do you like to visit the zoo?
ana from peru asks.
i do, i say, and she ticks the box,
then probes further: what do you like best?
i wonder when i last went to the zoo.
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midnight again
once more
return
new green leaves unfurl tentatively from last year’s dry brown canes
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the rain hits the pavement with a steady splash
and shafts of lightning forewarn of thunder’s uneasy rumble
after all
i noticed her face as he told her
“there was nothing we could do” —
saw the brightness fade, watched it crumple —
ghost falls ii
the winds scrapes rough on bleaching bone
and the whitened trunks of weathered trees