twirled parasol —
the lacecap hydrangeas
bleached pale blue

I don’t know
a soul at this picnic —
      damselflies

second wedding
the fragrance of petals
torn from the rose

cicadas —
my strength flows
into the day’s heat

making love . . .
the meadow
in my pockets

yuppie house —
the bougainvillea climbs
according to plan

hot Sunday —
I get lost
in the knot garden

Wedding reception
the unfolding tail
of a white peacock

climbing through
a haze of mayflies
summer moon

one extra push
on the oak tree swing
suppertime