arbor gate —
turning sideways
to avoid the thorns

beach sunrise
daylight crawls
crab by crab

late summer
echo of a motorcycle
buzzing in the tunnel

butterfly house
our voices
float in whispers

vegetarian daughters
fingers stained
turmeric

heat lightning
through a stuck
screen door

oppressive heat —
tossing ice cubes
to the junk yard dog

lovers down the beach
      turn out to be
            driftwood

storm shelter . . .
a girl and her mother play
itsy-bitsy spider

two caterpillars
crossing paths —
summer’s end