from windows, from trees

waiting bird be kind
hold out, wholly form the words,
sing them as she wakes

a simple thing in an unlikely place

"it's a red ribbon!"
the little girl said with pride
pulling it from stones

a home that could not hold its children

how can you dwell there,
fire fish, within the brine.
fathoms you have blazed

as if every star in the sky died at once, leaving us a map to the heart of it all

they vanished they left
in desperation they called
a name, they named it

for a moment, amidst the stars and swell, all seemed lost

seafaring blindfold
release the blood-eyed walrus
his course leads us home

puppeteer's dream

armature lifted.
what strings did pull newborn winds.
fingertips. dawn's break...

a universe of bubble people

gazing out with wonder
life in a pocket of air
one day promise called

box of treasures

despite resistance
the litany had its return
and that place was lost

becoming instrument

farmer yard sunburn
tear the red earth and relish
hands heavy as stone

good intentions by surprize

flipping threes for free
pith against the industry
run down that old bone

happy punch

flock to the last light
should that face appear again
bludgeon it with love