brilliant moon
I hold my hand up to it
unadorned

shooting star . . .
the warmth
of a child’s breath

ray of moonlight —
our bare feet disturb
the cedar floorboards

job listings
morning glories open
by the bay

the search light
bouncing off clouds —
new-town lonesome

autumn night —
the spruce drops
silver needles

her bedtime —
more stars
on the other side of this tree

moving day
one last look
at the elm

autumn melancholy —
the guitar in the corner
awaits my friends

starless night . . .
from the barroom a love song
about red lips