in my throat all the squirrels of autumn
(First published in Under the Basho.)
in my throat all the squirrels of autumn
(First published in Under the Basho.)
if there’s no ink in autumn
a mouthful of berries to bed
the wrong way a rope
around both legs
autumn skies just light my list lengthens like smoke
struggling back. In autumn light false starts
half autumn color. Come take my hand in the ghost land and
in autumn dark I’d forgotten how big this bear before dawn
mid-autumn past midnight the train whistle won’t disappear
autumn rain
rewriting my to-do list
all day
autumn advice for the son I never had
the colors in a pile
of crushed cars
autumn