Poet’s Eye View (with Birds)
When I hear or see a bird, my mood lifts. This is instant, and always. Birds peck at my half-awake imagination. Their bones are hollow, their air prehistoric. Their stares […]
Woman at Clothes Line
Strapped sandals lift the lady above the lawn. Hung linens adopt her hippy contours. This is no steamy Tide commercial. Our star is absorbed in cooler, wetter realities. She wears a blue dress, white scarf.
Ziplock Baggie of Seahorse Specimens
Shake it before a patch of light: one dwarf, one lined, one slender.
The new Caledonian, the Eastern Pacific, and—careful, she’s tumbled to a corner— Hippocampus Denise, the smallest of the small, stretching one full centimetre from her Cyrano de Bergerac snout, over her lumpy coronet, down the bony plates (two knobs and a spine at each junction), through the jovial tail, in, in, in. The museum owns 3,000.