An excerpt from Among Trees found in Bluebud — a collection of fears

the cabin squats a beaten dog
among trees aching with age
the dirt around lyrical in its blowing
a man wasp-voiced singing humming bleating notes
to a time best forgotten so the longing don’t kill
at night lowing wind rocks him to dream
times of far fields green with life before no-rain times
the birds in the mornings his sole friends
he smiles in sleep suckled memory
and wakes at the board creak the pierce light of day
to dust motes stirred by moth wings