fireflies
and I get to stay out
as long as I like

seaside cabin
a picture window
in every room

weekend getaway
we give a name
to the jetty cat

ebb tide
a trail of jellyfish
out to the moon

the city below —
in my hand traces of
a firefly I held too tight

late summer
chant of carnies
driving stakes

sea light
this year she wades
into the waves alone

end of summer —
the beachcomber palms
a cigarette

rumbling ocean
old stories
circle the campfire

river gorge
the long way
through yellow aspen