flamingos!

lake speaks

I knew I was a mirror
when I stretched myself
wide and shining
shore to shore

but who knew
that the sky
would lean down
to its reflection
and fall

who knew
that these two
limitless forests of blue
were one
with no horizon

who knew
I was
the color
of the sky

monarch on echinacea

understand the night

understand the night
stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you

understand the night's design
the beat and hush
of great wings opening

the moon is dark
by whose light
do you catch
the glow
in its hollows and crevices

stand under it
as if it were your soul
poured over you