We loiter in Winter
when it’s already Spring
Still hearing that Starling
with snow on its wings
We blanket our longing
as Tulips unfold
Transfixed by the fire
— of memories old
(The New Room: October, 2025)
Time\'s EpiPen
It’s never what
but who
It’s never yes
or no
It’s never then
or when
It’s only here
— and now
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)