Poems

You get to work early.

“You get to work early,
pull up into the school’s empty parking lot.
Three street lamps shine their pale glow onto dark asphalt.”

dragging a mattress

“wake up to bleary shadows.
drag a mattress across the bedroom.
wedge it through the threshold.”

no stars here

“rain
streets under water
torrent of orange leaves”

Future Versions of You

“I met a version of you
on a cave tour in South Dakota.”

Sunrise at Bryce Canyon

“You’re on the edge of a plateau overlooking a valley of hoodoos
dusted with remnants of yesterday’s snowfall.”

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