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
