insomnia
the break-up
moth by moth

my neighbor’s bicycle
locked to the fence —
drifting plum petals

idle conversation —
swallow shadows
crisscross the sand

spring twilight
buds of water lilies
still submerged

evening rain
the deaf dog sleeps
with a paw on my foot

the cool breeze
between spadefuls of gravel
a nightingale’s song

childhood garden —
scent of the magnolia
that once stood here

cattail slough
a slight seepage
in the weave of tracks

tea garden
the Dr. Doolittle in me
whispers to a turtle

a field of crickets . . .
stepping in the spaces
between their songs