wild geese
the border guards
lower their weapons

fishermen’s memorial
bits of driftwood
roll in the surf

estate sale
her paint-by-number Christ
half finished

airport terminal
the sparrow’s flight
from gate to gate

through the storm
knowing
the mountain is there

turkey shoot
young boys slip through
clumps of men

woodsmoke —
an heirloom photo of someone
no one knows

a garbage can
in the middle of the street
deepening autumn

a new light
on the dashboard
evening rain

falling into
the longest night
fresh snow