morning fog 
"I" 
dissolves

autumn winds 
campaign signs 
shifting positions

a pause 
in her going to town story . . . 
needle threaded again

dry season 
the earth not breaking 
for the mushroom

bone density
the branch crumbles
after the forest fire

one day at a time lottery ticket

my blind date 
disarming the alarm 
she invites me in

filling 
the rusted-out car 
frog song

wish tree
"peace" hangs
by a thread

a new mountain trail in my chest defibrillator

autumn morning 
the shape of a grandchild 
beneath the quilt

distant thunder 
ants inside 
a broken egg shell

an earthquake - 
in the day care's rubble 
a lego tower

hearing aid― 
grandma now complains 
about the squirrels

decaying leaves 
the sterile inside 
of a fertility clinic

who is to blame 
goldfinch - you sing 
even in the cage

parisian subway – 
even the announcer’s voice 
sounds erotic

spring gust 
the dress of the bride 
bellies out

under my skin
acid spills into
the river of words

gray skies 
and timid birds twitter   
spring is late

Cold morning - 
a doe is running 
from shot to shot

Children's Day - 
in these pictures of my son 
how happy I was

glowing 
over the city dump 
Harvest Moon 

           equinox 
the leaf scent half bitter 
          half sweet

melting snow 
another hope 
to fall in love

dirt farmer's wife 
at the screen door— 
no tractor sound

long way home ...
windshield wipers clear
the silence between us

slowly,
the earth moves –
snails in love

our marital bed each year bigger