Sunday drive —
the spider web snaps
as I pull away

light lace curtains
  caught by a breeze —
        dandelion seeds

summer noon
the taste of childhood
in forest berries

the river’s movement
glimpsed through trees
midsummer eve

prayer for peace . . .
    the ripples of striders
        overlapping

summer shower
we pass through
to a dry street

lightning flash
both cats asleep
on the tile floor

no breeze
children on branches
swing their legs

moon shimmer
a whippoorwill
stammers

A friend . . .
      a friend of a friend
           twilight