her aged veins
   the steady pulse
      of crickets

Carousel . . .
      the grasshopper riding
          anywhere

summer clouds
the river and I
inclined to the sea

sultry day —
one green berry
among the red

lavender blooms
outside the sanctuary —
late summer rain

children’s carousel —
the way seasons come around
faster than before

midsummer day —
the wrong way
on a one-way street

stepping stones
a child finds a way
across the stream

thunder . . .
the mustang’s tail
begins to sway

thunderstorm
roosters and crows
answer the sky