wind-bent grasses
we bow to each other
goose and i

chill evening
all the nuts
are almonds

taking a bite
from the wild apple
old, old memories

New Year’s Eve
rain becomes hail
becomes silence

New Year’s Day
we both feel the kick
inside her

autumn downpour
a tow truck pulling
another

“grandpa’s dead . . .”
the call of wild geese
faintly heard

unpacking a new home —
do whales strand themselves
in this bay?

winter stillness
the bed starts
purring

winter morning —
the outline of the city
on Venetian blinds