birdsong . . .
a blind child touches
my smile

flowering clover
slows my mowing
bee after bee

big top
a white moth passing
under the trapeze

a flip-flop
in the middle of the street —
the heat

amid placards
pigeons settle
for crumbs

chasing the puppy
chasing the wind
white butterflies

clipped grass
a rabbit keeps an eye on
Saint Francis

summer camp
children play
with sunlight

longest day —
a mosquito finds
my ear

evening news —
each cloud carries
part of the sunset