11/20

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

11/18

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

11/16

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

11/15

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?

11/14

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

11/12

the shores of Ischia are calling
that city of flour and salt
out beyond the waterfront
the waves breaking
over a song