M. Anthony C.


one leaf

this sidewalk



Bleeding in a garden,

He cries for kites

without a wooden cross


Summer sun—

a tree hunched

over its scar


In Brenham, birds

sing the minutes.  Silence

in Magna.


Summer turning

I ring my finger

with grass


After lightning, we listen

for a heartbeat.


Leaves on a street,

the rain drowning in them


warm hands

cold back.

a winter's fire