Memorial Day —
the mockingbird
repeats his song

taking the short way
the toes of her shoes
damp with dew

wind surfing
gulls hover
over the wipeouts

as girls we watched
heat lightning across the bay —
only now the thunder

blinding sunshine —
a stranger with the smile
of an old friend

under the rainbow
a hundred cows with
one expression

distant thunder
my daughters’ laughter
on the carousel

Milky Way
a stream of termites
from the woodpile

       sky of no clouds
sand from the shaman’s hand
      conjures a rainbow

fishing
with dad again
the ripples