Poems

I’m stupefied by this clear light slanting into the kitchen…

You’re my bright bundle, wrapped up in a rainbow…

it’s windy today the river of air…

two truck drivers talking serious business…

I haven’t heard the coyotes crying all winter…

In dream I came close to what was lost. I could almost reach it, there in the gone…

For a moment I stood in the cold of my house and didn’t know who I was…