shiny red apples
the painter introduces
a caterpillar

summer ending
the wind and my songs
going their several ways

temple procession 
so many gods
under one moon

sidewalk tilted
by the maple’s roots —
faint city stars

cool morning
slide of a coat hanger
across the rail

noon sun —
cane cutters
sing of tomorrow

if onlys,
what ifs —
twilight

autumn night —
the moon at the window
of the space museum

hangover
a cat eats grass
along the driveway

morning sunshine . . .
from a broken-down house
a burst of laughter