The jumpers wake us after landing, laughing & packing their parachutes into tight bundles in the sloping field outside our window. So we turn
It was an ordinary day riding home on the bus, the sun slanting low through the window where I sat reading a book, listening
I felt a lump, just below my left ear, well I’ll die, why not. Give it up, the lost keys sparkling in the corner
Larry cuts stone in a cloud of hummingbirds. It is hot. He is patient. The birds are hungry. They zoom around him like animate