Ramifications

The bottle is the message the river sends to the sea: Aquafina.

Since the leaves came out, the tree’s shadow no longer resembles a tree.

Sunrise catches a rabbit in the tall grass, the veins in its ears.

A second set of lines in the palm I rested on: more leaves in my future.

Bobbing in the wind, the moccasin flower’s red-threaded net.

Seventeen times sadder than fallen cherry blossoms: cicada wings.

Under the bark, that locust log was wearing white fishnet hose.

Tree-shaped print in the sand where the tide went out — its shining trunk.