stargazer lily . . .
a dab of pollen on the tip
of her nose

primrose —
a new nurse hired
in the playhouse

sweetfish fall downstream
    how easily I slip
into yesterday

our legs
stir up phosphorescence
the heat

clouds drift . . .
the trail of a rain drop
on a dirt covered leaf

butterfly
the thought of myself
not thinking

yard sale —
listening to sunsets
in the conch shell

slow current . . .
the rusting shadow
of a truss bridge

peaceful evening
the drip
of oars at rest

dusk . . .
the home plate umpire
brushes it off again