empty the trees
and thousands of lily bulbs
not yet bloomed—
in my heart
still spring
*
floating into the pond
the cottonwood leaves—
each one a boat
I would ride in
with you
*
for some things
it is too late, some nests
will never be built—
every hummingbird
is gone
*
I have wanted
to love you perfectly
petal after petal—
now I just want
to love you