sunset . . .
the cuckoo repeats
his morning song

summer dusk
I douse the young fig tree
with today’s dishwater

fireworks
the teenagers
whisper

city fireflies . . .
I don’t know which window
is yours

daybreak . . .
mayfly wings
on the cat

evening calm
a cricket appears
on my windowsill

meteor shower
turtle hatchlings
head for the sea

flickering buzz
of the pool hall sign
summer night

the short night —
sleeping on top
of the covers

long morning shadows —
half shells flipped over
by the tide