bird seed everywhere, in my hair and on my plate.
leering from around the corners of the dead cottonwoods, trees full of angles.
angels closing in beyond their sharpness,
avoiding contact on a wing.
pretending beaks threatening to bite them off and make them round.
raven plummeting to the ground and then the
some words about a friend's paintings: HOT here now, i like good sweat...these are good!! yellow caves, inners and outers, palaces of refuge, home or treehouse, all things, beautiful colors, and summer... mountain lion dreams.