half moon
a firefly pulsing
in my shadow’s heart

light rain
the red rose
overflows

August heat —
broken egg shells
in the gator’s nest

seashells —
I sort through
my childhood

salt water taffy
a long line of cars on the bridge
heading back

lavender field —
stopping my car
to let the bee out

sunlit riffle —
overhead the osprey clutches
a wet gleam

withering blossoms —
            clay takes shape
on the potter’s wheel

VJ Day
an old man with a balloon
tied to his chair

end of summer
tumbleweed trapped
in barbwire