throat – other animals

in my throat all the squirrels of autumn

(First published in Under the Basho.)

sound of rain
seeds
the wind
in
my throat
closes at dusk

light across the water claims no pills stick in that throat

for to say something today at wholesale but what if even the right time cubes of ice fall I imitate the throat of one of the greats and greyer to a lumpy bed

brown patches on the lawn in back of my throat