bird calls . . .
the grass blade buzzes
on my tongue

dust rising
down the old dirt road
summer twilight

heat wave —
a knife stuck
deep in the melon

September sunset —
crabs explore the skeleton
of a humpback whale

lilt in her voice . . .
the moss-agate colors
in a sunlit wave

Stifling heat
a palm frond suggests
there is a breeze

late summer rose
the feeble twitches
of an orange beetle

summer reunion
she ties a seaweed bracelet
on her sister’s wrist

minus tide . . .
a child sings
an ancient fishing song

end of summer
coming home
with the current and the tide