Among Remains
The dog who mines springmud for squirrel shards
this morning just stares,in awe or empathy,
a deer skeleton sproutingfrom rain-washed gravel,
scrabble of ribs and spine,scapula...
Chez Pierre et Geneviève Pâtisserie
Driving past Chez Pierre et Geneviève Pâtisserie,
the sign alone triggers a craving for croissants—
flaky, caramel‑colored shell, its center
deepened to amber....
The starlings are back in coal-smudged November
I watch them murmurate, peck branches, shingles off
a roof. They bulge and brigade against the ground.
We fought again....
Raised Beds
The summer of virus and loneliness,
I’d walk around the raised bed
crammed with basil, dill, and cilantro,
at least three times,
a gesture that felt almost...
Rhythm
I’m preparing my parents to move into an assisted-living apartment, and I uncover a shoebox of pediatric pacemakers in the bathtub.
There must be thirty...
