Oh Wednesday

Full of rain

An argument

With no one
Junk mail

In the mailbox

Hummingbird

In the fall smoke tree
Waiting it out

Coffee going

Cold again

In the untouched
Cup

My father

Not my father

Gone since June
His voice a message

On my phone

Everything

Sounds like rain
In the living room

Of his greeting

When I rewind

Or fast forward
Or gather in stillness

Like smoke

In a hummingbird’s

Tinfoil throat
Who would listen

Like the rain listens

Tap tap

Like late season
Apples fallen into

The middle of

This week polishing

Their green disbelief
Kevin Craft is our Poet in Residence for January.

Previously: A Few Preexisting Conditions, Lesson Plan, and Banana Res Publica.