Tuesday, July 14, 2015

VerseWrights, June 2013

geese unzip the sky
a snowflake trembles
on your eyelashes

listening deeply
to the poetry of trees
I become a leaf

a desecration
of toxic algae blooming
we, the gardeners

at dock's end
a yellow ladder
steps in sky

dog nails on hardwood
waken us as four a.m.
a mouse in my shoe

the drowning trees
their driftwood bones
rise up

a black purse of sky
unclasped and spilling silver
I hold out my hands