Poet Laundry

  after a restful night’s sleep, i woke to soft rain, the rap of a bird on the pane—like music spun for a chorus of play— instead ...

  Like dropped white petals in the Colonel’s yard, lie wing bones and feathers—   cat, coyote, or desert skunk, having taste...

  On the door was the logo of my dad’s company: Automotive Electric.   It was maroon, and we could sit four across in the cab,...