family reunion —
wild turkeys
among the headstones

Late day shadows —
the gravedigger hangs his coat
over the stone angel

poised for prayer —
the bonsai pine
in its tiny pot

the corner
where nothing grows —
moonlight

Raw wind
and right on cue
the scrawny dog that limps

hazy afternoon
hedge trimmers ratchet up
the cicada frenzy

my friend’s wake . . .
a bookshelf labeled
"To Be Read"

opening the door
to let the old dog out . . .
moonlight on my toes

a foot of snow —
the cat out loving and
where is the garden Buddha?

New Year’s Eve bath —
I fail to become
a swan