sunset at the dam
before we knew she was gone —
so much to hold back

miles overhead
the wind brings news of the west —
greyer and greyer

 goldfinches in fall —
we ride the sunflower heads
down to the ground

those quiet seconds
before it all comes rushing back —
ebb tide

in my dream
a goddess loses her earring —
Neptune before dawn

my love stops walking
to capture fields of flowers —
my photo is of her

uprooting stiltgrass —
we try to make room
for spring

we talk, too,
about the sky that morning —
how fiercely clear it was

close your eyes
to see more clearly —
I’m still right here