curve by curve
I follow her down
the river

summer solstice–
a school of minnows suspended
in the stream

forest path
a spider web
catches my ear

eyes closed
to a new morning–
mockingbird melodies

not watching the fireworks
          the big black dog
              in a child's lap

a cool current
where the river deepens
summer sky

flattened grass
where the bear slept
stink of salmon

silent Friends meeting . . .
the sound of chairs being moved
to enlarge the circle

dewpoint . . .
the kleenex flowers wilt
on a parade float

Taos sunrise–
a polished pot
on the adobe sill