home from the funeral
finding the cat
in with his shoes

defunct nursery
every dead flower
with a marker

twilight breeze –
stench from the horse
that pulls the carriage

getting to know the pine . . .
clotted resin
on the seat of my pants

late afternoon –
a breeze sweeping
home plate

fallen rose petals –
a Japanese beetle tries
to right itself

medieval washbasins
hollows in the rock
where their knees were

outdoor concert
the smell of grass
by candlelight

one hundred degrees
the neighbor I don't know
offers me a ride

cicada din
a cell phone rings
in the willows