Every time I leave my parents’ ho… I am filled with a sweet sorrow. It has taken me half a lifetime to… and now I love them so dearly, so… They nor I are getting younger

I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him

Upon that special mound there is a cleanliness, a purity sanctimonious, something so perfect it’s numerological—

The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again

Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.

Want nothing from people and receive their myriad blessings Expect from them and find an empty well Eat less than a ghost

The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation

Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice

Are we in the field or on the field? When I soar for the disc I wonder how that cloud got its shape.

Mojave Desert crushed cars stacked six, seven, ten tall. From the junkyard juts a billboard:

As far as the eye can see— Limitless blue nowhere to be found.

Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,

(1) Under an open window I gaze out until the wonder is gon… Having run out of questions I fal… but perk up when a stray cat appea…

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.