moonrise
the swing set leg
lifts slightly

-Tanya McDonald

house inspection—
testing the air
for birdsong

-Tanya McDonald

trolley bell
the air tuned
to marigold

-Tanya McDonald

sunbreak—
the willow’s dance card
fills with bushtits

-Tanya McDonald

faded plaids—
we make camp
in the map’s crease

-Tanya McDonald

rockhounding
the ocean tries
to pocket me

-Tanya McDonald

a small nail
painted over
news of her death

-Tanya McDonald

downwind
from the taffy shop
sea thrift

-Tanya McDonald

archived
by birches
the day’s last light

-Tanya McDonald

patchwork sky
the crows without
a hawk to hound

-Tanya McDonald