heat wave
the mailman fans himself
with my bills

reddening plums . . .
   the shy daughter’s
      first date

noon heat
statue mime’s hair
stirring

historic battlefield —
beyond the trenches
the mole’s earthworks

sheet lightning
the first strands of gray
in her hair

warm Sunday afternoon
mom and daughter ponytails
chatting in the kitchen

mercury beads rolling
on the bathroom floor —
earthquake weather

city horse tethered
the ancient grassland
in both eyes

afternoon thunder
the softness
of my mother’s touch

dispersing clouds . . .
bails of hay scattered
in the fenced field