new coolness
the sweep of a crow’s wing
across the dawn
icy steps
I vow once again
to slow down
not quite home
mallards in a puddle
beside the road
sudden spring rain
my shape on this flat rock
for only a second
backyard rainbow
linking lawn and sky
ephemeral
like yesterday’s love
that I considered solid
easing
storm-fed fear
a minke whale
slow-rolls by the stern
it’s eye locked on mine
bad boy
of the tennis world
two sets down
I wish I didn’t think
of good versus evil
broad-shouldered
he strides across green fields
a hiking saint
apple seeds start to sprout
in all the wildest places
darkness
I wake distraught. . .
a rehearsal
of your dying
destroyed my dreams
