Her songs assail first light. Fluent, they flourish among the rooftops and chimneys, unsettle early morning sleep. Pausing among night’s tangle of sheets to
“No Dogs” the sign states, “Closed Sunset to Sunrise” Predawn: Hank-Puppy has already slunk through the space the chains allow the gate and rolls
I plucked a sage-colored pod from a bush and fingered it like a talisman on my way up the steep hill. I thought of
You can stand here too on the slow movement of this shadow or on one of the lines between love and fear and watch