A petal broke from the apple bloom...

Seemed sour, this monk of a bird...

What is it like when the earth gives way...

...heap of slag, a heap of bone, pigiron and such ...

And what you don’t know is:

I ingest what I love and I apologize...

My calves go numb as I quietly disappear, as the sun unravels fulfillment.

The hammocks sway in a slight breeze funneled...

I wait in the driveway: Gemini. I must rename them — Dragonfly...