Eye Motes #3

1
We gathered wild asparagus beneath the powerlines.

2
A hummingbird weighs the same as a nickel.

3
Somewhere the new Mozart is fleeing a patron.

4
Betrayed by fiat currency we drank from each others mouths.

5
The reticulated arms of trees by the side porch.

6
Recall whisking tea during the ceremony, the sound in the bowl.

7
New grandchild awaits birth and surgery; mother a slow savage.

8
Last night before sleep, an Armageddon of choice.

9
The sky let down one hollow canyon.

10
A dagger of ice falls into Glacier bay.

11
I clean the orchard mud from my rolled up pant legs.

12
Where once we hunted black tail deer, sculpture and swallows.

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