cottonwoods
over a slow stream
the heat

his 44th —
water that doesn’t run back
into the ocean

more war dead —
an uprooted tree
rides the storm tide

gray afternoon
a ladybug escapes
the storm window

Vivaldi . . .
olive leaves ripple
silver

summer sky
my father counts the black faces
on my road

Venus rising
a coyote trap
snaps shut

in the season
of wandering dragonflies
my urge to roam

storm clouds —
hearing the pauses
in the katydid’s song

night of fireflies —
fishing lights
off the island