i am unfurled leaf of unpublished book my verses kited in clouds, imperfect meter  i peer through half opened windows of houses as if i...

my hair bathed in snake's oil under pink moon my skin a blasphemy of brine from slaughtered bones & tusks watch me glide wear...

pair of chickadees  are busy building nest of twigs  daffodil shoots are opening  to sunshine, dewy-eyed  our windows are closed   ...