just you and me
awake all night
bullfrog

street of rain —
the list of errands folded
smaller

poems by Rilke
all morning the drifting
of pine pollen

a purple tree
when did I stop
being young?

day moon
a child feigning sleep
in the hammock

quiet rain . . .
garden gate held open
with a hoe

floating clouds —
fragments of a conversation
across the lake

children playing —
soap bubbles burst
in the fir needles

     sunny day . . .
  losing all sense
of my stone pillow

carefully tended roses
he dozes in the swing
she always loved