binary star
I orbit
my grief
closed casket
the questions I should
have asked
diner window
the hostess becomes
a vermeer
tall oak
the son I could
have been
filmstrip flutter the white light at the end of the
baby’s breath —
we always thought
we’d have more time
fossil galaxy
headlights speed
from dark to dark
overnight snow
on the baker’s forehead
a smudge of flour
winter sunrise
from branch to branch
a rosefinch
fatherhood
another shoebox
coffin