April Second

The ducks have paddled away and so

I can skip stones across the pond.

Tree leaves like mouse ears, April bulbs

above ground though nights are still cold.

My mood is all yellow and purple.



The Milky Way

I look for a red giant tonight.

A star late in its stellar evolution.

In a cloud that’s not a cloud.

How old we are. How we want

a supernova ending. How difficult is dying.