Self-Portrait with Wall Clock

A new territory 

opened at dawn—

I use a robin’s nest 

for a mailbox, coins 

fall from the sky, 

but there is nothing 

here to buy.

We stayed young 

too long.

[LSS, 3/2/22]

Addresses on Onion Skins

It was the only way to keep track 

of all the mutinies we’d ever staged.

You had yours, I had mine, 

and only the wind to keep us 

informed.

[LSS, 3/2/22]