the sieve and the sand

Constantly bounding
back and forth and back,
doggy style i live and breathe.

dessicated grass
sends up dust when mowed;
the heat wilts leaves.

Like a drop of rain,
eastward I flowed;
irresistible current.

in the grass
amid shards of glass:
amaranth.

a cold breeze
rustles new oak leaves:
from somewhere the scent of lilacs.

sky suddenly darkening,
wind bending branches–
i wait for the rain.

in the courtyard, a tree,
heavy with blossoms–
a light rain begins.

over your shoulder,
in the latticed window:
the first shock of forsythia.

some days lunch just tastes

so much better and you eat

gratitude ’til full

i’m massive
and right now it’s good
this moment

dead on feet
black holes filled with
lolli-pops

deep winter morning-
an empty chair
on a fire escape landing.

in this darkened room
behind your silhouette
leaves fall yellow and heavy.

About to lose my mind
Head spinning with unsaid words
Where did this go wrong?

Dirt and dust sashay
Anonymous, gray harmony
Speckle the sunlight