keep this
toss that
    spring

a Friday in Lent
such praise
for cod

blackbird song . . .
the universe
expands

sunlit magnolias
each student
bent to a phone

light mist . . .
twelve white gloves
on the coffin

morning fog . . .
when my embryo
had gills

first day of spring—
a Mennonite woman paints         
the front door grey

Rice planting
I tread in the depth
of the sky

snow melt
forever not as long
as it once seemed

the long lifted note
of a bluebird
buffalo wind