they bump and crawl like
so many these days
inch and inch and
occupy and wait
furrowed brows in the crowd
create desire paths
when followed
through gifted wakes
New Year’s Eve pt. 3
trees
incorrections
not looking for
changes
just biased eye misses.
everything ripples
if you look fast enough.
the tide
becomes
a pulse
a heartbeat
a blood flow
Sunshine and Wind 