In that vulnerable moment

When bluebells bloom in Montana

Noon. Your noon sun shone too bright,

Leaping ‘above the water

Wild strawberries grow through the boards

I see you

He rides into town on a dragon

He rides into town on a dragon

It’s true what they say . . .

Rhinestones glitter where the snail makes

First, you learn not to ask,

Woman in the pines, I bring you

I do not know what makes cacti

On any summer’s day

To kill one with a single blow takes force.

Under a high fly ball to right