the heat —
two old men argue
over a parking space

slow drift of the river
splashes of sunlight
from a moorhen’s back

whispers . . .
the hummingbird’s tongue
ripples the nectar

roadhouse
a patched screen door
squeaks us through

thieves’ moon
salt on tomatoes
from the neighbor’s vine

third inning
a shot over the wall
raises a dove

a skull no bigger
than my thumbnail
jasmine in bloom

Chappaquiddick
a water strider
crosses the pond

alder stump —
an inch worm arches across
1984

despite everything
her dog wags its tail
when we meet