tire marks
on the neighborhood street
evening heat

hot summer day
the shape of a bicycle
that’s been run over

one tree
downhill from the others
the limit of shadows

watermelon moon
she pedals slower
closer to home

drive-thru exit
a one-legged gull waits
to take my order

heat wave
a crow follows
the train tracks

midsummer heat —
prayer flags fade
on temple trees

summer waters . . .
the slack
in each line

lingering twilight
a water dragon’s tail
dangles in the pool

midnight —
another ping from
the empty pop can