sunrise tai chi
the long shadow of each
grain of beach sand

old grudges
stacking the firewood
out back

chasing each other
round the dog park
two brown leaves

from the window's eave
     the high cooing
          of pigeons

after goodbye—
the bowl of pears
begins to bruise

in black ties and suits autumn sunflowers

I didn't know
I was waiting
black swallowtail

crowded bus
some of the rain
is inside

where did i leave my mittens
that resemble
a heart

last quarter moon settling custody

seashells collect
     in our curio case
Day of the Dead

paleo meal
my toddler eats
with her hands

Canadian wildfire smoke
drifting across the border
tariff free

wanting not
to be noticed
tufted titmouse

for the hard times rocks on the shore

algae bloom
falling, rising
on a turtle's back

small town park
harvest dust coughs
on the swings

new prescription
all those syllables
hard to swallow

his clothes boxed for goodwill
     not sure what to do with
          the word widow