bradford blossoms.

the Bradford blossoms drift along the turquoise surface
of muffled ruckus
and refracted light,
flowing and aimless,
to accumulate in floating islands.
White and sheer
and dense in droves,
I disperse them with a skyward finger
for shadows uninvited
and snuffing out the plums.


loose ends.

I forgot how forgetting
used to be work,
an active exercise
of body and mind,
as I absently scan past
familar loose ends
which used to snag
and require stitching.