epiphany
a suddenness
of sparrows

-John Pappas

dropping blossoms
how little of this world
is ours

-John Pappas

tall oak
the son I could
have been

-John Pappas

filmstrip flutter the white light at the end of the

baby’s breath —
we always thought
we’d have more time

-John Pappas

fossil galaxy
headlights speed
from dark to dark

-John Pappas

overnight snow
on the baker’s forehead
a smudge of flour

-John Pappas

winter sunrise
from branch to branch
a rosefinch

-John Pappas

fatherhood
another shoebox
coffin

– John Pappas

wide open sky
the sweep of her
white cane

-John Pappas