A child’s finger
Pressed through window condensation
On the school bus ride home
The sewer’s press against the thimble
Sun descending orange
Through the river rushes
Tying up the day’s loose ends
Stitching flat the horizon
Of sleep
Poem
Curvilinear Dreams
How many
Inversions
Collocate to make a star
Become the eye,
Then the eye perceiving itself
Poem
What’s Old is New Again
Rembrandt selfies
At the Met
Poem
The Explosion
Of light from one direction
Through window blinds
Could flower a compass rose
Or an impact
To the high night moon
Poem
The Manneport (Etretat) 1883
Drinking from,
Then steeping from
Monet was becoming
The elephant
Poem
Water Arrows
Descended from miles above
Landing gently,
Slowly melting
Into freshly tilled soil
Awakening a newly planted seed
As if its first watering
Was its first glimpse of light
Poem
Growth
At its periphery, its extents
In a mileu sometimes chaotic
It contains our quintessence
Both inflected
And unchanged
Poem
The Nile
The forever ship
Flowing from south to north
Even to the imperishable stars
Poem
Protagoras Reminds
The proof is not
In the pudding,
But rather
In the tasting of the pudding
Poem
French Staycation
The provenance
Of Provence,
Always Provence
