Vista

To laugh at serious
windows is

to forget
how I love

running on sand
dunes before dawn.

Another Small Stone Not Used for Counting

No perforation in a bird safe
building. I will smash

against glass if
I’m too absorbed in calculated

thought to see what barricades me
from you. It’s a long way

from our footprints
in the sand.

From sand dunes to glass
bottles, mushrooms, and gangsters
in three easy steps. Discover

the silica potential, carve
out caves for mining, harvest
the goods

and bad and everything
in between. Dank
and delicious, history is ripe

for the stealing. It’s what I do.

Glass poems collect
dust in a case
that used to hold
taxidermy fodder.

It could be her head
(not the stuffed bird’s) this time
that flies off—this night
could be the one

she witnesses outside first
before locking herself back in.