the drifting boat . . .
it must have nudged bluebells
somewhere upstream

rucksack
in tall grass
the scent of honeysuckle

monsoon clouds . . .
        a herd of water buffalo
        wades into the pond

neighbor’s quarrel
a climbing rose stretched
over the fence

morning thunder
mom and the dog
both favor a hip

stream
meandering
lovers

spouting philosophy — 
a giant salamander
has been watching us

water buffaloes . . .
shoreline shadows pleat
the monsoon lake

a different pitch
from room to room
summer rain

storm damage
the sap still rising
in the stump of a maple