Geese in the flyway,
stir the garden with your breath!
Let the new corn come!
Languid
Languid afternoon—
not the slightest breath of wind
stirs the Salton Sea.
Death
first death of the year—
the feral cat’s lukewarm breath
leaks from her nostrils
Almost
almost New Year’s Eve—
in the homeless encampment
an old man’s last breath
Blossom
A pear blossom falls
on the sleeping dog’s muzzle,
sweetening his breath.
Breath
The harvest moon,
if taken in my hand,
would weigh one breath.
Breath
in the same small room
where her lover lies dying—
breath of the raven
