wind in the pines
never have I dreamed
of sleeping alone

out of hospital —
the summer grasses
up to my chin

rose garden
I’ve forgotten which one
is called Peace

summer night
a baby changed
on the hood of a Chevy

no moon —
on my knees I promise her
a glowworm

sleeping alone —
I begin to learn
the cricket’s song

their hands lightly touch
at the nursing home picnic
a raindrop or two

another wish —
puffballs ripe
for the wind

laughter
in a foreign tongue
summer stars

shooting star
conversation halts
around the campfire