Turn the ship around / for the holiness / of open water: / / your beam and mast, / magnificent.
Bed-shape all day, window by the freeway's / carnival whispering . . .
Late for a hike / but still I go, / headlight and hat / in pocket — the defiance / of time on a Sunday — / to dissolve myself / in bishop pine
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Wait, my children are growing / too fast and we neglected / the garden this summer
Broken, and again broken, / sick and scraped, my Tree.
There is an ineffable green / and there is no justice / in minimal effort and lack of vocabulary.