thundercloud
blue veins down to the heart
of the gentian

sunburst . . .
bits of river
through the mangroves

a whiff of kelp
as I clear out the trunk —
summer moon

scenic outlook
each step reveals
more grasshoppers

jasmine in bloom —
termites swarm
from their nest

bark butter —
a nuthatch
works the edges

mountain slopes
getting wet as I walk
through clouds

city bus stop . . .
the boy squats in the shadow
of his pregnant mother

so many ways
to see the world
snake in the grass

haloed moon
the hawker twirls
his glow bracelets