Spring runoff;
sage clarity, knee-deep
in the ditches.

Your question comes to mind;
the thread between boy and man.




Salutation to the Sun


Upstairs window bottom left
sharp-shinned hawk chasing down a mourning dove.

Cobra. Dog. Mountain.

Forward bend lunge. I photograph animal tracks. Blue shadows. Wingtips pressed into snow. Chaos of dove down and feathers. Some blood.

Does self wear out like muscle and bone? Does it turn white and thin like hair?