Trail Of Feathers

I’ve been walking a trail of feathers
For days along the black, nettled canal

Rich with blue fishes, flashing damsel
Flies, umbelliferous elder surrendering

Rhubarb stalks to the flat feet of swans.
How long have I been walking? Not far,

Just as long as I can recall. Everyone knows
Our memory is the most unreliable

Witness of all—Blue fishes in rise forms,
Waking, breaking the surface to reveal mottled

Green backs. How long have I breathed
The lacy air, creamed with thick perfumes?

Feathers fall from a gray cloudless sky,
Adorning the path until a girl collects them,

Peacocking a plain post. She knows how to walk
Too, how to breathe, allowing herself to be filled

With space, noting the green fishes of the canal,
The blood red swans, hopping yellow toads flung

Joyfully across the path, and her blue-haired dog
Bounding, framed against an iridescent lemon sky.

I Hung The Moon On A Nail

I hung the moon on a nail
In my kitchen, a blank space
Of sky or wall or whatever
You believe the horizon to be—

Most people believe it’s something.
I believed there was a nail there
And the painting concurred, strung
Soon and perfectly too high,

Much like the moon often is.
My algorithm insists I love Clair
De Lune, and I agree—Debussy’s
Sighing notes sleepwalking

Through the bluetooth speakers
You know the ones I mean,
The familiar sound the moon makes
As it rises through the window,

Over the rooftops, beyond the gauze
Of clouds before settling, on a wire,
On a nail, in a kitchen, dripping
Eternity against eggshell emptiness.

When You Love Someone You Make Them Biscuits

When you love someone
You make them biscuits,
Flour flung everywhere
In this eager expression of

Affection, kneading the salted
Dough without word or thought
And greasing the pan with great
Circular swoops, holding the

Stick of butter as a child
Grasps a crayon, eyes relaxed,
Setting out cold marmalade
And jams as the biscuits bake

Golden soft, and calling gently as
The warmth wafts up the steps:
“I’ve made you biscuits, dear one,
And put the kettle on for tea.”