hostel for the homeless
a flock of pigeons
settles

grating turnips
into a steel bowl
afternoon snow

against the night sky
the curved shape of an owl
my mitten in yours

spring night–
squirting green dish detergent
on the roach

late March–
the snowman’s nose
dripping

watercolors
strung across the art room–
winter rain

Christmas guests gone,
father sleeps in his wheelchair–
candlelight silence

almost spring
the untouched mousetraps
in the attic

cemetery
the blown-over oak
         leafing