pine trees carry dawn across the horizon
morning twilight . . .
a salmon swimming
through your breasts
twilight dawn . . .
everywhere
her outstretched hand
this evening
the same mirror
as yesterday
ready for spring
the bearded dragon
takes off his clothes
this morning
a gray whale
swallowed the sun
winter morning . . .
living between
the same mirror
the wind
tonight a whisper
tickling reeds
the possum visits
me this evening
as she does every night
when the moon
is somewhere else
if i release you,
carp,
will you dive
with me into
the sun’s reflection?
having no recourse
but to stand with the stars,
a strand of trees
weighted down with
clumps of cloud
egret
patiently waits
in his shadow
for the sun to paint
him another color
he retreats
into the womb that
bore him,
towing shadows
towing shadows
