trailed by a cloud of perfume
she chases her train
A wandering blur
of fog snuggles the houses—walking home at night
Tree like broccoli
calm in the afternoon shade—
breathing in the Spring
*
Winter: just unpacked
my bag at my parents’ house—
palpable silence
Wake to a white world—
as if while I was dreamingeverything changed
Before dawn: blackbird
perched on a sleepy house top—wavy, watery voice
*
The creaking tree limbs
sound strained in the big winds—an ocean blowing
One more stop before
I have to get off this bus—winds bending the trees
Tinkling metal chimes
repeating in the big winds—heads of swaying trees
*
Spring: heavy breathing
on a bike before sunrise—
symphony of birds
The streets before dawn—
waters under sidewalks slur,wires buzz above
My early bedtime—
gaping sky fills the windowthis late Spring evening
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