November 24, 2015

we wake to the sound
of water lapping the hull
at anchor, at sea

November 23, 2015

November 22, 2015

for a moment
as the wind shuffles the clouds
just a few stars

November 21, 2015

November 20, 2015

there was one gold leaf
this morning, on the drive in
that headed back up

November 19, 2015

my fingers trailing
over the side as you row

November 18, 2015

Elizabeth Bishop’s fish
still trailing old weights