the cool kids
walk arm-in-arm
. . . wild narcissus

awash with fog
the wheel-less
wheelbarrow

pacing myself
to the trot of the dog
an April evening

spring sunshine
the friendliness of the girl
who serves me

first warm day
the bodybuilder
makes his pecs dance

end of winter
I place a phone call
to another time

Redwood sorrel buds . . .
beyond the missing bridge
the vanishing trail

early morning sun
steam rises from stumps
piled in the clear-cut

Easter egg hunt
Grandma hints where
the purple one lies

a long road
the spring wind
in my lungs