other animals

I was looking in my drafts and found all of these fragments, half-haiku, etc. that I don’t know if I’ve published here, simply abandoned, or what. So I decided to just stitch them all together into one long sequence (I don’t know if I can call it a poem) and see what happens. Why not?

(Each line is a single recovered, long-forgotten and sometimes lightly edited entry I found among my drafts.)

winter sunrise a string of rejections back into the sky

stream of words when I close my eyes leaves in the breeze

apologizing to the past me who looks

down the rocks a single red

heavy grape of high summer the year’s first crocus

dark blue sky a siren spills half of my hot dream

maybe just hunger in the highest parts of the clouds

branches darken on every corner a murder

wind tossed trees all the little blue flowers stay still

a squirrel carrying leaves back home across the grey sky

who says

a few green letters and a different world