pock
of tennis balls —
the heat

summit
a gnat’s weight
on my nose

swallowtail
maybe I’ll
say yes

sagging porch
my conversation
with a stray dog

home run
moths swarm
the floodlights

longest day
rolling each awning
out to its limit

bottom of the canyon
a brochure
of spectacular views

doll house —
my daughter changes
her mind again

far from home
she puts a shell
to my ear

summer stars . . .
an actor’s bow
sweeps the pool of light