a warm night
from the hill-top
other hills

knowing the river's wide
only by its sound
night deepens

oceans with names—
    waves leaping over
one another

desert stars
I end all thought
of moderation

shades of evening
through the shipwreck's ribs      
the cries of a plover

slight breeze . . .
the silent spin of
wooden wind chimes

lost in the woods
      the woods
           of my childhood

long stem daisies
I return for a moment
to the summer of love

open road
playing catch-up
with the clouds

all that's left . . .
a strand of seaweed
in the shower