Zen garden on the uncoiled hose the dew … beads
end of day the hawk’s wings folding up
verandah all at once grandma’s rocker in a wind
laughter… most hands quickly cover their poker cards
shrinking village not a Saturday night where the singles dance
from the forest… with a new straight cane to walk home
summer vacation I walk daily in the fragrance of Jasmines
solo yacht I tack windward in the way of whales
a horse crossing– the pebbles after in the river
horse crossing the river shifts on its pebbles