country drive
I reorient
to landscape
sweet nothings
a tuft curling out
of his ear
windfall apples
what I take
for granted
voting line
I study the angles
of a jaw
evening swallows
your eyes and mine
in tandem
the fawn
before the doe
dewfall
warm loaves
a dusting of flour
on his slippers
crazy quilt
the serendipity
of you and me
season of loss bursting open a touch-me-not
hundred-year rain
the waterfall’s roar
enters my dream