our nest

with its invisible edge —

he still turns to wave

lingering ice —

I remember her name

while she forgets mine

an unfledged robin

cupped in my shaky hands —

two hammering hearts

the sweet moment

of “give” when the orange

is truly ready

out of the river

your canoe can also make

a pretty good tent

snow clouds

sending down my new hat

one flake at a time

we forget the creek

until one day

it takes out the bridge