December 11, 2021
For a time, it seemed
the silence was forged
in fog, compressing the
tides as if a block of wax
was warmed and spread
out to the horizon.
December 4, 2021
I notice him perched on my windshield
as I drive the boys home from school:
His legs like violin bows folded,
black drupelet eyes alert, antennae erect.
Perfect posture, perfect tranquility.