beneath the nest
a fallen robin's egg
crawling with ants

awaiting her while she dresses —
      the yard bursting yellow
with daffodils

old slave town
we put down
all our baggage

plastic garden clogs
at the back door
in first position

church bells shoveling snow from the passage
 

trial separation
a light-night rerun
of Mission Impossible

early bulbs
such vibrant colours
she left us

sisters
talking politics
red white and bruised

light between leaves a note on the pillow
 

all these years
still in her closet
dad's haiku

rattling windows
the voice
within

more than one language
        the mountain
             in view

inside the white picket fence behind closed doors
 

used bookstore
adding to the pile
of things I don't know

frosting
her mother's
way through

motel office
on the postcard
the pool has water

late autumn the park keeper sweeing up face masks