I dream that you kiss

for the number of poems

written by water

pondering polar

that surrounds us all, will grow

to tuck me in — dream

you still have that dream

there’s hundreds of finish lines

violet, green flight

teaching math all day

but I was deeply shrouded

of thought means nothing

puddles of sunlight

I feel their anxiety

the remnants of life

sometimes we muster

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

life’s concavity

I know this portal

get lost in thought and dream big

ready to unfurl

the clouds and the sea

flowers’ beauty marks exist?

at the ocean’s edge

the outline of death

sipping dew of torch lilies

on the forest floor

when I’m dead and gone

cushion your steps as you run

a breath of color

three-hundred-sixty

with the steel beams of your thoughts

singing of glory

our feathers tell us

that demands sugary treats

but, sometimes I break

do you ever just

partially obscured by sky

pulls you together

fog again today

when the wind whispers to you

utterly alive

the delta, I am

looking down, your tender roots

ev’ry living cell

you reach for the moon

I thought you might sit with me

relax your creases

you have this structure

glorious touching the earth

life is letting go

yellow-rumped warbler

in fall you came, but no more

as the last leaves fall

winter sun gives hints

half buried in sand ripples

memories’ bubbles

ink can be messy

of the day, of tomorrow

the squirrel tail scolds