spring morning
green lights all the way
to the freeway

lost in apple blossoms
the man with dementia
knows where he’s going

hanging
over the backyard fence
twilight and wisteria

loosening magnolias
I linger
in the darkness

early rising
the door’s peek hole
streams sunshine

choppy river —
bursts of the coxswain’s orders
on the wind

Mother’s Day
filling the bare spots
with nasturtiums

after the stars
trout bones
on a white plate

lilac scent
the sound of hair
through her brush

freshly painted door —
a bumblebee explores
the color black