hot as blazes
a sinkful
of cat

beside my car
the morning sun          rolling
                        along the wall of corn

cicadas
none of the sawn boards
even in length

fistful of sand
the milky way stretching
to where my wife lives

September sunset
cows come single file
through the pasture gate

bookmobile day —
huckleberries bloom
along the white picket fence

hiking the ridge —
trail dust settles
on tree tops

changing wind
tarpon bones
in the surf

a conference badge
on the bomb-sniffing dog
         another September

alone tonight
light on my bedroom wall
from the neighbour’s house