sultry morning
the child’s rag doll
slumped on the veranda

touching the tree
where we carved our names
water shimmers

eiderdown
on the river
August moon

a snail
thrusts out its horns
soft rain

thunderheads
the clam dropped by a gull
misses the rock

reading a Harlequin
in the shade of a tree —
the heat

grass on the graves
a whippoorwill
far away

fresh palette
a fisherman whets
his blade

autumn ocean
the wind
in a wave