Poem Category: All

out of pain
he views the surgery
from above

being in fog
yet by afternoon breeze
sunflower touching sunflower

changing the tune
his trumpet had—
the attic

afternoon heat
the crow tastes vodka
in the drink can

sliced ripe tomatoes
oozing
the juice I hosed in

Laurel’s voice
crowded in the room
by new arrivals

playground
the other swing
free to the wind

second day at school
her hand goes
to another

her breaking mirror
scatters us
to where we are

sundial
quietly moving
midday