museum dusk
mannequin soldiers
hold their ground

nest-building —
a magpie sings
with its mouth full

softly the quail
from their crowded crates
greet the dawn

April
the shadows
bloom

spring book signing
the poet’s pen
skips

plum blossoms —
vitamins strewn
across my plate

magnolia in full bloom —
a new tingling
in my breasts

angle of repose
a hermit thrush
fills the valley

songbirds in the dark
the sound of my sister’s voice
when she lies

the downpour ends
first one peep
then another