Bronze moth flutters
at train passengers’ ankles—
swats it with her skirt
That white-haired leader’s
dancing style—a little too
authoritative
Spry stout little bird
declaring himself as he
struts along a fence
*
Faces in two bent
pillows—whispering secrets
to one another
Man in the headlights?
…papers taped to a phone pole
shrugging in the wind
Pouring through the glass
into the dark morning street—
flashing images
*
She enters the train
preceded by a cloud of
nose-tickling perfume
Flash of a mirror
on the jostling morning train
as she makes her face
The throaty gossip
of two ravens on a roof
under churning skies
*
In the cool shadow
of a cluster of redwoods,
a cathedral hush
Black against blue skies—
silhouettes of bobbing pines
breathing in the wind
From a rushing car—
music that struggles to sound
like a fighter jet
*
Tiny bee clinging
to a pink chrysanthemum
shaking in the breeze
Alive as a tree
against a white-painted house—
a tree’s huge shadow
Moon like a searchlight
peers through gaps in passing clouds
while the ocean groans
.
