autumn broomsage
a golden eagle
curves across the sun

something startles
the rabbit field . . .
mackerel sky

starlit sky
are you sure
we are alone

courthouse square
a clock ticks
above the hanging tree

divorce final
the double twist
of a Möbius strip

kindergarten —
the squeak of new shoes
in the school yard

new moon
it’s only withered zinnias
rustling in a breeze

sounds of trucks
from where the road runs now
autumn night

full moon
on the sandbar
cormorants hide their eyes

view of the hill
behind tract houses
thinning pines