windrag : poetry : journal

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

gathering laundry barefoot: high arches, lucky slug slays the giant.

meeting his deadline, bach conducts from the organ. the rest is old news.

regardless of the season, the wind and the pine groom one another.

spring night, searching for the full moon… a meteor! then two! sweet failure!