Safe beneath my tree
Lying on my backon the picnic tablein my grandparents’ backyardI used to sing to the birdsin the high branchesof the catalpa treeaboveMy grandparents called it[…]
Poor penmanship
Better than a padlockor security alarmis the garbled handwritingwith which I keep my journals.Printed in faint pencil lead,the words gofrom margin to margin,(crossover margins)to the[…]
On the way somewhere
Ahead, a car flinches as its brake lights slam red.From nowhere, a hawk comes gliding across the country highway.First, the two northbound lanes.Then, the median[…]