morning sun through church bells dark spots on orchid leaves
flipping through the leaves the poem I was writing in the wind
so many things but where do I
start in the red shade of the oak
calm morning the neighbor’s dog starts to bark back when I was a kid
melting snow my accountant’s enormous fingers
outside the sex shop the raw pink of the homeless man’s legs
the green weight of summer sighs
a word for those years finally soft wings from the cocoon
how hard you had to hit the old typewriter summer shower
a mourning dove cooing to the train in the pine tree
other animals 