stinky kiss
phoebe licks my face
behind a cirrus scrim
the dog star
drifts up the night
by James Brush
stinky kiss
phoebe licks my face
behind a cirrus scrim
the dog star
drifts up the night
five swans
their rapid wake
touches shore
ripples in the reeds
a lone egret
the sages bow
south wind
through dry leaves
greyhounds sniff
the siren night
butterflies weave
windblown
Indian blanket
wildflower fields
surround the jail
I step
toward a cluster
of white flowers
grasshoppers
ripple outwards
a blue jay flies
from the abandoned nest
half an eggshell
wobbles in the dirt
broken cup of sky