Poetry

Start with a simple substitution: let’s take lettuce for sunlight.

It was not the destination but the act of movement I was after…

In my window this morning, above the jagged tree line, a raven chases an eagle…

I lay more wood on your fire, my only source…

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…