baled hay
left in the field
a cricket’s ragged chirp

last light
an ant swims
in the hummingbird feeder

summer stars
we pick out
our house

a moonless night
the old car’s muffler
leaves sparks in its wake

kite shop —
a red dragonfly
flits in and out

one more game
of shirts vs. skins
summer dusk

in the pleat
of a morning glory
a firefly’s light

midnight
some of the sounds
are insects

rising sun
the shadow three times bigger
than the bird

red leaf
I return it
to the shore wind