evenings dreaming of the flood

fictive stormclouds still unfurled…

sometimes I forget that I am a woman…

spill soup on the Sunflowers

What does the forest think?

What does the mountain feel?

I watered the mushroom bed in the heat,

lifted the straw, and musty life scent rose…

I might’ve accidentally fallen

in love when…

you, remaining hidden…

Horsetails can grow through the sidewalk.

I’ve seen it…

crisp and sharp

the blankest slate

reflections from a silver plate…

spaces between the leaves

shiver past a warming breeze…

The sun sets behind my closed eyelids

Drift to sleep as the night is born…

The wind takes me farther than it used to.