cold evening —
the smell of chili beans
and cornbread

winter night —
the moon absorbed
by her nightgown

moonlit beach . . .
the white teeth
on a cowrie shell

fresh breeze —
the weathervane turning
with the gulls

butchering a rabbit
cold rain
on my hat

snow after Shakespeare
a child asks
"Is it true?"

slowly she brushes
her long black hair . . .
snow still falling

Valentine’s Day
eiders displaying
just offshore

your letter
all of the bananas
too green to eat

eviction notice —
a moth ricochets
in the lampshade