pruning saplings…
to extend her years
I would trim mine
—AJ Johnson
I fly fish
in my dead brother’s
old jeans
uncomfortable
with the fit
—AJ Johnson
a token of peace
this knit cap she made
and left with a note —
a fledgling falcon
tests her wings
—AJ Johnson
Returning from the river trailhead in early spring I don’t notice them until they are fluttering all around me like dozens of orange-black leaves blown heavenward.
clouds part
I chase rainbows
on Rose River
A live reading (Oana Maria Cercel).
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