Song
Birds hinged to their perch on the wires,
poetry
Walking Home
At peace, the streets heal themselves
Seeing Things
First the dangerous water-crossing.
Bones of a Tornado
My son flies over double rainbows looking for the bones of a tornado
sarson's orchard
my next door neighbour
Dreaming West
Those gravel roads uncurled in front
Transactions
She's been thinking forr hours about the man at the camera store,
Lamprey
Thicket, anguished
Hole in the Sky
The broken bit of sky hurling
Grackles
The prow of the new leaf cuts into its current
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