what is possiblebecomes ever less likelywhile stacked on the shore
inside the machine each component does its part to help the machine
to make a clean cut it takes a knife well sharpened and handled with care
pruning the branches changes the shape of the tree not the tree itself
the avocado doesn’t wait, it’s either ripe or has gone rotten
the plant we’d step on last week, is now the subject in a photograph
the one, different might know something others don’t or they are just wrong
no longer frozen my windows reveal a view that’s largely unchanged
ice locks the windows to the outside world; patience knows they will open
the frozen window tells the truth, yet some of us will lick the lamppost
uptown jack 