number 66

February Soaking
Winter rain for the sleepy
trees, shirtless now, putting down
long roots to mine the land's blood.

number 65

Her Poetry Neurotic
I gave up my best music
hoping her fingers would move,
inspired, forging her own.

number 64

Late Night Burning
We thought the fire was done
but he stoked the coals, piled wood
on, the split heart of an oak.

number 63

Maybe
The heart wanders, the eyes climb
aboard, your hips cast off ropes,
and the hands ride waves in tow.

number 62

Dad's Lullaby
A murder of crows scraw, cry,
sing a song in these woods of
my father's deep loneliness.

number 61

New Moon
Every star hung from leafless
trees, words dangled from frosty
breaths we let go of, walking.

number 60

Cat in the Sack
Tabby won't let me read, wants
her pets, wants her tickles, purrs
the book from my wanted hands.