shoes of sand and moss

just keep going — it is but

painted in puddles

the elk must have left

so you can hear the whispers

when you get to peak

it’s best not to see

that have tails pointing ahead

raining from the sky

this junction of ray

asymptote, vanishing point

life is letting go

the most precious things

without the dry spells, the flood

wake me from slumber

there are these night skies

reach, spread your canopy

my smallness is known

this junction of ray

waits, watches, ruffles, then flies

we even dilate

we live in these loops

accidental flushing dog

goes – as you orbit

when between two rocks

fractals into more windows

to gossip of this

I keep company

flit, fly, jump, play — pierce the gray

my canada jay

do you ever just

to a season that has passed

of branches and roots

when I’m dead and gone

may it be quiet and soft

ajar to the world

oh my! look at you

the most beautiful pattern

when I am present

you anticipate

for being steadfast, constant

iterated views

you were in my hands

the silhouettes of anthers

to root yourself in

it is like you stand

whispered to my deepest self

you just have to look

I think that you might

of warm coffee in my cup,

written by water

your little footprints

like the sound of waves pulling

shining through the ground

He has a paintbrush

can become tangled in lines

and then held my breath

this path is flooded

like a love note in the morn

but, sometimes I break