summer’s end
the weight of my body
out of the water

high forest ridge
far from the sea —
a stone clam

art class —
I become
a rose of Sharon

playground —
every day the apple tree
bends further

Remembrance Day —
my insignificant wince
at the misdirected poppy pin

long, low bridge
   the perfect monotony
      of the summer sea

Indian summer . . .
a bag of green peppers
turning red

white jerseys
spread across the hockey field
Indian summer

mushroom gathering
I trust her
with a secret

setting sun
my mother picks
the last tomato