my housefly’s autumn
the window with the hills
of apple trees

moonlit waves
the glow of streetlights
on clapboard cottages

snow in the forecast —
some extra spice
in the Jambalya

12.01 am
flying a drunkard’s path
the year’s first moth

snow erasing
the garden’s features —
teaching my dad to shave

unilingual
I study the expressions
in a wren’s eye

first cold day
the cat kneads
a patch of sunlight

first flakes
discovering my childhood
in a box

Orion’s belt
my words byte by byte
to another continent

after the funeral
snow covers
the dark places