kestrel on an updraft
some of her ashes
don’t scatter

-Tanya McDonald

leaden sky—
a pier’s backbone
juts into the lake

-Tanya McDonald

off-center kiss
the moon enters
earth’s shadow

-Tanya McDonald

driving home
a field casual
with elk

-Tanya McDonald

minted dust
in the Altoids tin . . .
the night we met

-Tanya McDonald

raven
the forest
e x p a n d s


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wood-paneled cabin
all the knots
staring at me


Tanya McDonald

hotel insomnia—
a self-driving car
signals its turn

-Tanya McDonald

dog days the length of the cat

-Tanya McDonald

moonrise
the swing set leg
lifts slightly

-Tanya McDonald

house inspection—
testing the air
for birdsong

-Tanya McDonald