Assumption

fate
is a product of the sky
on some distant black night
in which we squint at the stars
and follow them sunwise
to planetfall

Orbituary

Icarus
was an invention

Maintenance and Repair

Compression lines
fold and crease,
weariness comes of age
as sleep will, in the end,
inside these machines
where our ghosts
barely survive:
hardly a wisp of being,
a glisten of lubrication,
a mist of droplets
around the cogs.

talk about anger

talk about anger

your anger
when I refuse it

my anger
with your face
mirrored in it

A9

Clear sky and snow on the farthest hills
lose themselves as cloud and mist
trouble the summits.