snowy December
sunshine.
instead of a hot air balloon
I have cardinals
in melted birdbath water,
like a well-meaning professor
saying morning.
***
I drink a sunlit whiskey,
a belt of coal
right through me.
***
poke
at the ice tray,
disrupt a cube.
***
remembered names,
like black holes
folded into hand-passed
notes.
***
O Mailman,
your thousand boxes
are spots on a bush
where berries grow.
if someone dies
or moves away,
another berry
in the same place.
***
somewhere the parrot
and the aloe
will outlive me
beautifully.
***
above, the sky
slow-churns icily,
crosses like freezer gin.
a cold pilot light
lit.
