
when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

where do lost memories live?

i was tempted to bring you home,
but you would not survive–
so i captured your image instead and sadly, waved goodbye

the stories of abandoned places
unfold slowly, with every shadow
and passing thought

the sun blinded us,
and still,
we were able to see

the afternoon sun in long, slim sheets
wet earth and buds on trees
a book on the art of Andrew Wyeth
two hawks flying in the field together
Sixty Years On by Elton John
memories of Ohio farmlands
turtles in the mud

does a plant feel pain?

would tomatoes taste the same if they were blue?

did you forget me after all?

how does a dog perceive time?