there are freckles and there is staring at panthers

what of finger slats on rationed moon-nights the flight no other way but upside down

sun blast singeing cherry petals left for the spring wind

half cracked walnut waiting for the promised century

you turn into a tiger but it is sunday and there are no giraffes because it is sunday and you eat a cabbage instead

married in cement time’s hero

shadow patterns in the pool a shivering sky

in rousseau's drinking he fights a kaleidoscope and loses but buys drinks and it's ok

why muffled caws rise over sewn lips coronavirus

keening silence the edge of a word unbuttoned 

you send him the frog emoji

to make room for a virus she locks herself in a room full of guitars

i hate everything rains at the window

goose and i half light

---After MM

Gardeners are the luckiest people alive, says the meme.

early spring for recycling...a crying doll

nowhere to pine for you grey hills