Monthly Archives: October 2011

Earbuds in, running out, his mouth forms words:  “Tell me all of your secrets.”

A congregation of geese cry out from the field below my window.

Crickets sit on the sidewalk–beached, brown sunbathers. They move for shadows.

De-lacing the shoes, my heart lost some stitches too; ’twas time they came out.

The moon hung like a pushpin, holding all else to the cosmic cork board.

Hello, butterfly. What? Ha. No. Just saying hi. Okay. See ya, then.

PRIVATE PROPERTY Beyond: an unkempt arbor. Who owns this wild nook?