
the cormorant,
glistening & dripping,
must air dry
before it’s a bird again;
humans cramp in the pool.

the cormorant,
glistening & dripping,
must air dry
before it’s a bird again;
humans cramp in the pool.

a black crow,
oily & otherworldly,
alights on a rock.

i follow the light
out of the woods and into
a yellow glade.

old wasp nest:
looks like the whole hive
hulked its way out.

on a narrow ridge,
covered with fine dust,
my foot slips. I’m awake!

a blossom falls
into the water:
i look. it’s gone.

curb crows
stand in a row.
what’s the sky say?

i see snakes jutting
from the water; usually
i’d discover
it’s not snakes but sticks,
but today isn’t the usual.