the feel of blossoms
on the back of my hand
spring dusk

Daffodil Hill
a peacock’s cry as we
dust our clothes

Mother’s Day sale —
pulling the red wagon
filled with plants

last day of term
emptying the backpack
of old lunches

rain-streaked windows
    how to paint
    the finch’s song

spring night —
her moonlit zipper curves
from throat to waist

morning half-moon
a mockingbird echoes
the rooster

after the teenagers leave
the dishwasher
and sparrow song

the lightest rain
a young squirrel springs out
from under its tail

in seat 12A
she holds a vase of lilacs
on her lap