you and I
roasting marshmallows
with nothing but stars
red-tailed hawk
staying up
all night
miles and miles
down this desert highway
until the stars swell
and burst
into silence
you are
when the birds sing
all night long
waiting with me
at the bus stop
morning star
neighbor's dog
tells the wind
a thing or two
desert sand
I walk in reverence
across the bones of stars
these clouds
waiting to see which shape
I will take next
poem
(no place else
to put these stars)
ten years old
flying through the weeds
with the grasshoppers
the burn on my hand
where I tried
to stop time
sunshine
sleeping at the bottom
of the pool
sparrow
shaking the sun
out of her tail
an old moonbeam
I found
in the garage
quiet playground
Wind plays by herself
on the swingset
sunbeam on my shoulder
God has remembered me
today
old homeless man
and a thunderstorm
arguing about something
cricket
silence...
crickets
listening
to the sound of traffic
turning into stars
I find a rusted tin cup
still filled
with sunrise
coyote night-walking
in the ghosts
of rivers
the canyon of you
the deepest
I've ever gone
when I was the path
you were the river
that changed my direction
no breeze
all the dandelions
thinking
hummingbird
drinking the last few drops
of sunset
how slowly the rain says your name
until even the thunder
stops to listen
dripping down my face
I rain you
out of me
raven
walking
in the sky
Sunday twilight
the entire lake filled
with holy water
you are
the shortest crayon
in my box
where I asked God
all those questions...
patch of wildflowers
the sky
puts on her moon face
and makes love to me
last quarter
stars down low
those things you said
you didn't mean
(that still were)
cloudburst
where there used to be dust
reflections
shadows
where her curves
change direction
clothespin birds
sleeping
on the line
you are the moss
forever growing
on the rock of me
summer breeze
feathered clouds
puffs of birds
when I was waiting
for the dawn...
the rain
street art
the designs and colors
on a downtown butterfly
half my life
drawing
the line
half my life
erasing it
bluejay
feathers streaked
with sky
the scar on my hand
where I cut myself
thinking
under the moon
a sunrise of marigolds
glowing