All night fox barked My dog on
Morning: two kits on road show those barks were grief
After calling them to cross divide of highway
she mourned their lack of passage
and instead their passing
Cry for fox, for Gulf, for body of the
This ink can undo nothing Cannot undivide before and after
Can only pave a few lines Can only post a meager sign:
Your loss is
smaller than the world's
Kits' eyes closed at death as if in birth
give rise to our harsh barks
of grace and
The Dividings (WordTech Editions, 2014)
You came back East,
declared the leaves a disappointment.
I concurred, apologizing like a guide
for the underwhelming show.
But just this
the wet and mottled motley
of the maple reminded me
of what I should have known.
The leaves averred that change is hard:
it difficult to die.
Filled with chlorophyll
we wait for chill that never comes
or comes too late for us to peak
in the orange, red, yellows that you seek.
--The Dividings (WordTech Editions, 2014)