Sighing Places
Thick with dice
or loose with change
Lucky Jefferson
Memory From Somewhere
the breeze tasted like
a chain-link fence
When the old man at the grocery asks you what an avocado is
like a verdant archipelago
Fruit Waxing Poetic
The wavelength of red.
The lineage of honeycrisp
Maybe the Fruit
Matte Meyer lemon, dimple-skinned orange
Bulbous
Sundays
silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
Phantom Limb
The psychic tells me I’ve lived
many lives on many planets.
Choose Florida
cloistered landing in walled reserves
The Buses I’m On Are Always L a t e
the anxiety of moments
that chased us here
nostalgia
every hue of green reminds me/like placid drop of memory