each drop of waterbegan today not knowingof the waterfall
there is a momentwhen the flowers first openwhen the world feels new
the calmest watersare shallow lakes, unableto kick up a fuss
we take for grantedthat which makes life possibleuntil we need it
pruning the branches changes the shape of the tree not the tree itself
the plant we’d step on last week, is now the subject in a photograph
any time of year artificial flowers bloom where they are planted
cast in silhouette the last evening of winter fades without drama
the field of white snow ends abruptly; the textures of the wall threaten
no longer frozen my windows reveal a view that’s largely unchanged
uptown jack 