olive sea
I disappear into another
gray day

too late
to call him dad
autumn leaves

autumn sunset
the flutter of the sail
as it loses wind

pale moon
my childhood gone
with her last breath

baby photos
from my birth mother . . .
how do I say hello to me

lame doe at dusk
shifting the weight
of my day

Mom’s ashes pass
through airport security
autumn evening

first night of fall . . .
most of the moon
spills through the leaves

another dream
about the otherworld —
pressed flowers

old postcard
a steamship voyage
on a stamp