What scares you
The stillness of the moth clenched on the morning-
poetry
A Lifetime of Lucky Peace
I have watched for them each night since,
Prone
Have we turned away from all true openings
(When at last you arrive)
At the ends of the earth, gaunt, cormorants dive
ice shards and blade marks
this year the river threw up
Weather Forcasts for Your Body
Trees down the road fling their arms about.
The burn barrel
Late October morning,
Loyalist Burial Ground III
During the day, squirrels chatter and scurry
Farmer's Wife After His Death
A row of kisses along the wrist, pale marks left
The Smallness Between the Stars
Somewhere the red reveals conclusively orange,
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