Counterpoint

Do your trills go up
or down, do you believe
in urban tornadoes, ending
on an odd number? Are you defined

by your questions, or do you answer
to a straight line? I wouldn’t
want to live in a world
with only multiple choice, without

adaptation, where streets are
always plumb with rivers
that take us home.

Road Restless

Between trips, she tires
of the asking trees.
Exhausted by the ones without
brilliantly hued questions, the ones
that taunt with a humming
constant in the wind—home is

not the answer
every time, everywhere.