rabbit tracks
across the snowy field –
the long commute
a big puddle
the moon jumps in -
shadow sound
to understand war
share a driveway
with new neighbors
first light –
broken blue shells
under the maple
old pond ringed
with ragweed –
a frog in my throat
chickory bobbing
along the interstate –
the sky is falling
at first light –
a little bit of gold
in the finches
behind the tractor
contemplating the seed’s
long wait
mourners passing
King Tut’s sarcophagus –
the long wake
my mother’s birthday –
no one remembers
but me
without you –
as if I’d cracked
my elbow