The structure of you

you need not the sun or moon

to find what is deep

some windows are but

for you, was an act of love

p of finding nuts

some of these rivers

do seek out that which blends in

joyfully alive

such perfection is

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

black feathers at dusk

you asked permission

you can be a single point

thought our units

just make sure that you

painted for you — offering

Pisano petals

our days are fractals

grab the celestial light

ajar to the world

who would have thought that

distance and angle of me

places for quiet

I write this for you

you can feel it at the edge

tributaries — gone

the outline of death

just need to reach higher up

is a bounty breathed

great white fawn lily

gulping berries at sun set

the shadows today

I know you. my friend.

just before this headland warmed

spirals of corners

oh, oyster catcher

that wraps me in warmth and love

in hopes of french fries

symmetry of days

strands of kindness, grace, and love

in hopes of french fries

this night sky that comes

it appears, just at my feet

lullaby buzzing

the death of my friends

sipping dew of torch lilies

reflect and renew

some of these rivers

shelter me with your branches

shoot; despite ourselves

oh, cedar waxwings

bring brown creepers to focus

small bubbly fractals

a beautiful gift

completely immerse yourself

wrapping around beams

there exists nothing

are now weeks past their season

when I am present