windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::


as days get longer,
so does the time it takes to
jump to conclusions.

rainy season

having caulked the cracks
where the ants come in, i hope
they’re ok out there


just left portland or
more than a week of spring rain
makes the heart grow fond


this spring, the trees I
don’t know the names of have the
most beautiful shapes


younger cousin to
older cousin at dinner
“you’re part grownup, right?”