city bonfire
the great leader burns
with his vanities

smoke signals
from a bonfire
I’m lost again

under the swelling wave an uprooted tree

new school
in the fall
uprooted again

first thaw
the backyard ice rink
turns to marsh

empty sky
someone took
the spring moon

another cold in the lunchbox soup for days

in-law
her spaghetti is
like soup

gray sky, cold rain
in the shopfront window,
summer shoes on sale

bullet holes
through the shopfront window—
sunday morning Ukraine