cold morning
two scarves
nod hello

testing the pool
with my big toe-
early tulip shoot

winter moon
the motionless eyes
of carousel horses

off the grid
fifty seven
new voicemails

squatters
watching the moon
through the roof

wigwam-
each bough bent
to a phase of the moon

on the plains of Olympia
I saw you smile


and before I heard
a doe
thrashing in the darkness