dawn goodbye—
ice crystals inside
a paw print
the smell
the cool taste
of early morning fog
waiting room—
leaning on one another
two old brooms
rising water
sliding under the fence
a land crab
sunset—
the coldness
in her lips
tractor plowing—
seeds fall
in the smell of wet earth
cemetery lane
shoulder to shoulder
shadows press together
honeymoon
the suitcases
— unopened
canoe in the mist—
an old friend
I thought I’d lost
a monk doses—
dragonflies wheel
above the meadow
winter morning—
fresh powder
covers old tracks
