Day Four

Wanting it all
like these days
as close

to summer as
this city comes

thinking in
tongues

Morgens klopft die Nebelkrähe
unsere schmutzigen
Teller ab

Day Three

There I was minding
my own business
and maybe some of
yours when morning
hit waking us thoroughly

I now allow
the alarm
to run too long

Day Two

That was
a linguistic
designation

you sank
a seed a feather
my own forgetting

editing the contents
finding you too
all of that

and the trees
really are bursting
a rash of buds

Day One

Fragile as fur and
now the last
this was the last

that is nowhere
apple as perfume as silt and water
fruit as bare skinned

so much gone
the pluses and minuses
even that

perfumed
new growth leafing out
a potential fragrance