reading about rare side effects
last night’s moons
still shining

reading about rare side effects
last night’s moons
still shining
little conflicts
at the birdfeeder
sunday morning rush
laundry day
my old jeans
no longer the color of midnight
Autumn’s fickle sun
Just like a man, off it ran
Leaves, before I’m done
adding more barely to the soup
my mother’s recipe
better than mine
hidden
under the forest floor
festive of mysteries
working on my wings
one feather
at a time
tiny flower
even in its smallness
the world
today’s canvas
every part of me
a needle or a pin
the rutty road to the old cafe
another stranger
talks about the rain