early spring . . .
specks from the sky
settle near the river

the robin’s song
garlic shoots
lift the soil

daylight saving
the neighbor’s pregnancy
begins to show

butterbur
the rabbits explore
a little further

Stuffed in a bus
The scent of spring
In a woman’s musk

inside the bud
all the reasons
to believe

the swell
before the river splits
into another name

from the far bank
the two-note squeaks of coot chicks
strobe the river

outdoor wall
banyan shoot curls
in my shadow

in the stream
a lone fisherman
that once was me