sparrow hops
onto fence
with broken gate

tree shadow
stretches over sundial
time stops

pebble
alone on path
shingle

curved and stretched
tiny sinews rub
tendons

opposite prayer
hands open
to the sky
catching drops
tiny droplets
water dropping
a blessing

too small for
such abundance
river running
ruining modesty.
run. You chase me.


arms pumping
water moving
liquid bodies
pool in glade
pulling off me
moon pools burst
you fountain
on me.

strawberry field
so many tiny hearts
touching dirt

hidden high
a barrels' smoke drifts
hatred spills
on streets marched
white with black, is red

taken by rough hands
makes me fearful
but wind whispers
me silent.
timbered in arms
tendered to lull
trembling heart

nearer a gentle
coolness drifts
on a wind
carrying bell charms
sweet flower bells
belladonna to lips

dappled in light
and death dreams
water in nose
and lungs
I fight the demons
and fight back
flight away from
black pearl

alone
half drowned
half reborn
I gather up my clothes
I gather up broken
pieces.
pieces that are
my
gathered shroud