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.