Low grade fever, juni- per allergies, falling asleep By the fire and it’s not even noon The kids don’t start going stir crazy Until 3 pm,...

out of an egg cracks the sun, and two loons gliding through your heartbreak, mine I did not mean to drop my heart like a yellow yoke...

raven beak black to crack, I wasn't lonely un- til we touched, the dark

sun on the hives The bees don’t begin their frenzied circling until the sun hits the entrance to the hive My thoughts guard bees looking...

thunder comes inside my chest divides and rocking chair, or kiss me here wind moves, scents your hair your fingers across my forgotten...