spring equinox
a summons
for jury duty

blackbird song
the old cat retches
on the threshold

my finger draws
a furrow in the loam —
unlabeled seeds

Eastertide . . .
     passing fields
          of numbered lambs

spring evening
the mouse comes up
through the floorboards

tax audit —
dents in damp grass
from the mower’s wheels

blossom rain
grandfather’s first day
in the retirement home

spring wind
he pedals
faster

blossoms —
talk of bringing back
the draft

insomnia . . .
turning the page
to birdsong