i.
dousing sleepiness
in soursweet passion fruit icing
scraped from waxed donut wrapper
as I wait for Nevin to wake
ii.
motion at the road's center
a truck's large tire breathes
on a bushy tail, which flutters,
anchored by squished squirrel,
cruelly lively like a lizard's
sacrifice, but, unlike, stuck.
iii.
on white mountain passes,
a plow shoots snowfall
over bridge side, fanning
a rainbow with no color but density
feathers of snow silt falling
from an arc of ballistic ice
neither silt nor ice having purpose
beside the joy of gravity
iv hundred miles later, the sun
setting right over golden straw
casts a rainbow dome overhead:
pink on the left, yellow right
behind a stroke of hill silhouettes
which strike me as calligraphic, and
ridiculous