To pluck a star
like a fig.
The juice upon the knife
not quite eternity.
A Fragrance
The butchered rose that lives
its afterlife upon you throat.
Genesis
That evening,
the wind was born in the wings
of a very small bird.
Sometimes the morning
Sometimes the morning
arrives like a sledge.
Nervous Pilot
The hummingbird skates
about the flower's jar
as if dodging the strokes
of some invisible blade.
A Vessel
I no longer wish to stand
in judgment of the weather.
Instead, to be a vessel,
like an open blossom
preparing itself for
insects, air, and rain.
to collect but not covet,
to contain but not possess.