I
Something warm, something earthbound
along Station Hill the sky is white clay
hydrangeas washed in green emulsion
still life composed in the Earth’s decay.
Something warm, something earthbound
along Station Hill the sky is white clay
hydrangeas washed in green emulsion
still life composed in the Earth’s decay.
II
Breath clouds the face of the last night bus,
fungus laces the soil in silver thread.
the rain made patterns no one saw before,
grief sketched in backseat loam where older roots had bled.
Breath clouds the face of the last night bus,
fungus laces the soil in silver thread.
the rain made patterns no one saw before,
grief sketched in backseat loam where older roots had bled.
III
Gossamer webs catch the humming of things undone.
patience between honeysuckle titles begins to deconstruct
where cold has settled deep—winter thickened
like stalactites beneath the viaduct.
Gossamer webs catch the humming of things undone.
patience between honeysuckle titles begins to deconstruct
where cold has settled deep—winter thickened
like stalactites beneath the viaduct.
IV
The sun leaks pale along the hedgerow rind
where rhododendrons cluster, pink and mute.
a flush of code—sweet cortisol bloom—
each petal pressed, each stem resigned to root.
The sun leaks pale along the hedgerow rind
where rhododendrons cluster, pink and mute.
a flush of code—sweet cortisol bloom—
each petal pressed, each stem resigned to root.
