I hear that people are dying in America with the very

hot weather they’re having

so I leap the waterslide

chest first and shout

it is the downliest way

water is a sympathetic institution

it corrects

the wrong drawn map

fords the creek over

illegible limestone

flows feral under the truck

I’m blind out here

landscape a green shroud

I write these tickets for myself

tear them into feathers

fashion precise swans I can’t see

a negligible act

dismantled in the city that is only a perception

I’m a volunteer with this passenger pigeon

voice calling in aphonic ranges winter clue

from brush

a bluebird fire above the creek