After the Snow
the city is a glazed donut
emerging from its hole
full of sprinkles
walking confetti
good morning
water tower
wooden igloo
frozen thought
clearing to the glint
of pipes on the roof
stung by the sun
pages blank like
the wide road
of piano key
melting bridge
still bridge
sky still sky
until the lid
closes with sleep
ships hum ashore
elegies to a season
domino vs. butterfly effect
what’s the difference between the two
when a monarch’s wing is shown
close up: white dots on black
the stark orange warning
is not a cathedral
like all the leaves that fall
Monologue For a Peach
When you behold the softness, do you forget the stone?
Though we may share a shade, I am not sunset.
Look at the roses, of the same family —
how quickly they go. But we can’t say why
the wind blows, is anything but its own wound.
Do you notice the scent I am sentenced with?
Can I be anything but fallen fruit?
Give me another season to see through.
