1723

a break in the rain
that cardinal
chips

1722

this day
like any other —
the sound of a lawnmower

in the space
between raindrops —
birdsong

green leaves —
I put a slice of lemon
in my tea

thunder–
I wonder where the crow
flies

morning tea
again that squirrel
complains

today
settles on
winter fields hover-
ing at the edge
just a ghost
of wings

today
collapses its old
bones set free from
the obligation
of tragedy we run
down cobblestones
to see

today
lumbers in this
dream a heavy four-
legged bear and I
begrudgingly
ask all the wrong
questions

today
doesn’t knock
doesn’t notice
its key no longer
fits the feng shui
blue of the new
front door