Poem 814

relentless drought
dust devils twirl in
the pale of the moon.

Poem 798

radio jazz
the late-night swing
of the curtains.

Poem 782

Easter hunt
the shape of the tot’s mouth
with chocolate.

Poem 750

First light – –
the orange dawn
becoming blue.

Poem 734

Chalk dust
the weight-lifter’s time
held in the air.

Poem 718

Banging winds—
my sleep
on the garden’s gate.

Poem 702

Steel sink … cooling for us
a baked pie
beside its apple skins.

Poem 686

Salt and peppered
on the puddles
winter starlight.

Poem 670

Almost dodging
a shadow’s leap
from the foot bridge.