hole in the clouds
maybe something other than
missiles
cattail fluff
the trout on the stringer
gives a lazy tail flick
all the light
the treetops gather
giant wake-robin
trying to get
a handle on things
the knob of a fig
kangaroo paw
the urge to hug
myself
morning glory
the ellipsis
in every seedpod
earth in the soup
even the Vaseline
is liquid