Wherever you go, find the color and follow her to an origin. The spherical tapestry of nanostructures blueberries hold like an unstoppable, quantum secret.
Would infant-racket, sun-glare, angry sky build or bury a life? We met late in the day, a hundred seconds to midnight on the doomsday
shaking cottonwoods, this whisper and shimmer of leaves? Is it tonight’s full moon, the quicksilver of clouds, the sky’s star-thick seas? By day, I
My sister empties drawers, boxes, plastic containers, jewelry cases, a backpack, a purse. With each emptying she calls out instructions for the things inside: