Midweek Muse: A scattering of names

“The poet’s job is to find a name for everything…”  – Jane Kenyon


That small space of rocky soil

between the wooden bench

and the stream: this too

shall remain




the way water wears
a scar into rock, s-shaped
and ever rolling


snowshoe tracks

across the pond:

walking on water



cats, passed out
by the fire


spidering across

pond ripples

one smooth stone



backyard waterfall

the day after the world was

supposed to end


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