lost i move slowly

discovering in time the door

to the old house

where i will find myself

again and forever again

“Ribbons”, Tanka Society of America,‍ ‍

Spring/Summer 2024

Eagle

Run through the city for the night, to the river,

into the fields overrun with mice, hyper

in their hunger, a long pastoral lie, turn

into your uncle knowing he’s your father,

unwed, unbroken, unharmed, turn to

the eagle’s pterodactyl shadow, chase it.

Christmas Cactus Flower - December 2024