Sparrows disappear
As the shape of a wing is recognized; 
The front door, walked to 

Corridors of the city
End in a deer’s eye.
The deer stumbles among legs

On the 17th day, Noah's wife went to the window
and saw only water and knew the world was lost.

On the 20th day, Noah's wife went to the window

I see now I was 50 percent to blame.
That’s right. And, because I value fairness,
I’ll apologize for leaving you
alone with my dad that time we sprang him from Bellevue

Weary am I now love
now that I’m weary of love

      On a park bench after dark,
      practically begging
      to be assaulted, I—Wolf,
      you bit my hand off.

I’m a sad case, really: little things please me.
                                                                                     —Len Goodman

I drove 50 miles to buy a birthday present.
Why: not so much bigheartedness
as pleasure in the process—

Frankenstein, an early adopter, fidgets by firelight

There’s good fear, fear can be
good when you’re keeping a family
of Jews in the closet or under

Instead of flowers and annuals in livid snow a forest
of nameplates: Ammobium alatum
(everlasting), Myosotis (forget-me-not),

When I’m writing a poem,
there’s less and less of it.

As I approach the mountains,