a night kitchen

handful of ink —
if I had such a thing —
dripping through my fingers

Spring cleaning:
throwing away handfuls of pens.

Do the neighbors know
that the bell ringing at midnight
is mine?

watching the trees
is the only way I know
the wind is blowing

Snow on a chair makes another chair

enough snow in the air
can hide a mountain

night over with a bit of orange on the cloud

Wind
angry that it has been left here