What if all the umbrellas left us?

What if all the umbrellas left us?
got tired and retired to a fifty hectare
ranch in Idaho?

Historiobotany

The captain calls, hand curved and cupped
Around a wavering, airy voice.
The sound falls to the dust, lost on the forest floor

Adventures in Solitude

I ran my hand down the side of the black wall. The stone was patched with moss so that my palm became dirty with silt for a moment, then clean as it pressed over the moss…and then dirty again. I shuffled deeper into the darkness.