In the theatre
The sound of underwater
In the choral singers
The dolphin knows the Book of Common Prayer
I’ve heard him read it here
Men Working, the sign
read as I walked outside it
Which is why, I guess
The deer hunter
hidden in a culvert
dressed like the forest
I have half a mind
To tell you what
The milkmaid has soft hands
The moon
a literary device
kicking up dust
beyond the frame
the night
unexplained
abandoned slices in the canvas
the commuter caught the train
the ‘o’ of orange
the ‘o’ of otter,
the ‘o’ of other
a beetle spends its life
in a dead standing tree
without envy
time moves slowly
far off in the distance
someone leaf burning