winter sunrise
from branch to branch
a rosefinch
fatherhood
another shoebox
coffin
wisteria blooms
the young girl rings
her bike bell
night swimming ripples in the skyline
returning geese
a few more pebbles
on her headstone
wide open sky
the sweep of her
white cane
moonflowers
breathing in
the milky way
The next morning:
rereading the last page
of the happy ending
Out of the fog
first the ridge of pines
and then the mountains
Dropping out…
my key ring
dwindling
*
homeless:
no keys