dog sightings from a foggy mountain drive:
shepherd rolling in wet grass
beagle with an orange hunting collar watching as I pass
pyrenees walking his two goats
blue heeler nosing a water bottle in the road, gone by the time I turn around


I’m sending my books away
the unread, the disliked, even
the loved
what can a row of books
sitting on a sill tell you
about yourself
what will they say about you
when they’re gone


there’s a baby vulture sitting on the ground
but we’re the ones hanging from tree limbs
he’s watching us with red-rimmed eyes
through our olive branches and ivy, waiting


Komodo dragon in my dream
curls up beside me like a dog
under the lake surface
a sea turtle wrestles with a snake


her hands smell of eucalyptus
hiding in a dark bathroom
after too much gin
but it’s a night of merry
and white
a crisp of november air


I pass by a glowing window
a woman in red at her desk
monitors flickering
a single square of light
what is waiting for her at home?


a squirrel in the hallway
the single pink rose blossom in a freeze
a man on horseback in traffic
things that don’t belong
but do anyway