I am only leaving you for a handful of days but it feels as thought i will be gone forever the way the door closes

Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal

When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away

Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…

I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand

The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever

Finding a new poet is like finding a new wildflower out in the woods. You don’t see its name in the flower books, and nobody you tell believes

January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,

It was early May, I think a moment of lilac or dogwood when so many promises are made it hardly matters if a few are bro… My mother and father still hovered

Some say it was a pear Eve ate. Why else the shape of the womb,

After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…

The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light

When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings under… When we were bound together By a pulse of pure energy,

I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the dough has a life of its…

What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book