fresh air
new moon stillness permeates the body
breath, the loudest wind in town
heartsong, trainsong, birdsong, morningsong
louder than any memory
new moon stillness permeates the body
breath, the loudest wind in town
heartsong, trainsong, birdsong, morningsong
louder than any memory
sun draws wet through trunks
trunks firm ooze breath
breath fills sky feeds love
love fuels sun
it used to be, days like this, i’d go around shirtless
or nearly so, with cutoff sleeves
sporting my greyhound tattoo, in love with my friendliness
ready for anything. clueless
if not my mother’s uncle, and his oxygen-bottle
nor robert creeley’s failing breath
then maybe your voice, hollering above me, old crow
and the jasmine perfuming the gate
hot water in a pint glass. piles of laundry
melodies and vocables
half-read books of poems. pop’s old mustard
sweater. lingering doubt