spring
lands on my windowsill
then flies away
I drive around
a coyote
half on the road
still running
somewhere else
somewhere in heaven
green eyes
staring down
tail wrapped
around the moon
missing boards
no doors
an old barn
held together
with beams of light
bands on their feet
tags in their ears
we are so afraid
of being
wild
I like
my fur coats
chasing me
from room
to room
the hardest one
I ever
had to love
stares at me with hard eyes
in the mirror
one eye
behind the tree
spring is waiting
two pairs of cranes
quoting
the sky
trying
to think of a number
bigger than you
the TV
watching an old man on the couch
sleeping
woman
with long white hair
sings a song only she knows
nurse
reads her book
cataracts for eyes
an old woman
listens
to the colors
of the finches
this thing
I thought was loneliness
was just me waiting
the days getting longer
the nights getting colder
I throw more wood
into the fire
of me
red light
will work for food
talking to
jesus loves me
green light
you are always
the last colors
of my day
I tore out a page
of the dictionary
and made a paper plane
and now I don’t use those words
any more
tiny blue flame
and I
stay awake all night
broken heart
that still sings a happy song
in such a quiet voice
snow geese
falling
into the sky
these tracks in the snow
I can only follow so far
crow
my life
is a book
and you are the page
with the corner
folded
foolish, foolish snowflake
landing
on my finger..
car tires
making snow anacondas
in the street
abandoned church
on the edge of town
baptized by the father
the son
and the holy snow
your picture
still on the side
of the milk carton
I eat my cereal
in silence
my home
has a 35,000 foot ceiling
with clouds painted on it
and no walls
for miles
I go back
to old places
but when I get there
time doesn’t know
who I am
this desert monk
who needs no water
sits waiting
for his one flower..
cactus
I let the night
finish
my sentence