To a Small Dog Named Lucy*

The number of steps to the escape hatch and the lake of grass that's in the backyard, the distance to the sidewalk of sun and the warmth that makes your tail tick-tock, directions west to food and water and east to the winding carpeted stairs— behind your silenced ears and blind eyes there’s a map… Continue reading To a Small Dog Named Lucy*

Requiem for a Season

I sit in a garden suspended in time as a hooded oriole bids farewell, his song in couplets that settle like soft rain or night fog   on the shivering spikes of moor grass, on the gingko’s yellowing leaves, on the silver branches of receding day.   His requiem falls on my shoulders, the pages… Continue reading Requiem for a Season