The flush of leaving’s what we notice most— thus, the white glint of a steeple on the ridge across the river under a sky
may appear on the path to enlightenment— don’t confuse amateur photography with a self-portrait in cobalt blue. A little unnerving is good, a trapeze
We found you In the far back corner Of the garage, Stashed under the butcher table Turned handy-man workbench, At the bottom of a
The couple next-door is fighting again, tho there are fewer banishments these days. there’s always the same number of neighbors in the morning. every