heat wave —
a spider pokes a leg
from a curled leaf

summer’s end
only dead grass
shows the circus was here

the horse fly
attracted to my ear
. . . strike three

withering garden —
ladybugs neatly wrapped
in spider silk

moonlight
on a white cactus blossom
end of summer

heat
the smell of ozone
before a storm

litter
in the wildflowers
prisoners

day winding down
the pink flick
of a lizard’s tongue

summer drought —
deciding where
to cross the creek

summer moon —
her eyelashes touch
the telescope lens