sometimes there’s nothing human you can do
the white sky mo(u)rning a single bird across
the courtyard bricks for a new pyramid
so where can you go how can you
think after they refuse to be
born it
won’t help
steer this weary ox from
the prized flowers won’t re
construct the squirrel’s bones
With the light fading, you need to know how shallow it is.
Some limbs grow back if cut and stars paint the black with exuberant death but here it’s squirrels eating pizza.
The wet grass between your toes may produce a giggle, but water up to your knees?
The trick is to keep biting the rope as they pull you from the volcano, rather than laugh, which will be your first impulse.
squirrel calculus from tree to autumn tree
hands across his chest he worries about wealth old squirrel
the squirrel narrowly escapes the wheel in my mind
flags in a distant courtyard squirrel chirps from a leafless perch
other animals 