morning sparrow
the last star
sings the first song
I come in soaking wet
from hours of silence
to my dead father
who taught me to make a fire
and listen to the rain
you are
the little things
in my big picture
4am
still keeping St. Franky
company
letting go
of a ferret's tail
(for Chase)
package empty
I bury the container
circle of rocks
next to the only river
in the desert
a heart
a quiet moment..
(the things
you stole
and gave to me)
the rustle of leaves
as sunrise passes
through the branches
late night walk
crickets on both sides
sync in and out
I throw a rock
then walk until I find it
then throw it again
(sometimes
it takes years)
I pretend the leaves
are confetti and
I'm the King of Autumn
ant with a leaf
shows me how big
tiny is
at the end
you have to sweep up stardust
too