You will plant fennel & dill in sleeves of concrete & soil; onions & garlic in wormy pockets packed with straw. When cherry blossoms
Over the dark cutouts of hills, the stars are changing their light. One summer I climbed up and learned all their names. I want
Last day of February, flakes fall like cotton balls. Behind the clouds, the sun-ghost presses its linen shroud, winter weeks still weighting the