a new leaf—the finest silk
a bride could dream of
Summer brushstroke clouds—
as if our breath left tracesin the morning sky
Marigold heads bow
soaked from the brief morning rain—I take a deep breath
*
Sleepy grey morning—
sparrows burst through the plaza—berserk car alarm!
Cool dusk in August—
smoke and plum marmalade smellsfloat in the garden
A summer night sky
suddenly ablaze with fireof an angry god
*
Slowly sipping wine,
watching the sun change to shade, and then back again
A single red rose
stands stark next to bleached grasses—a late summer bloom
The healthy-tanned girl
in a breezy summer dresshas a broken arm
*
All over the town,
pink lilies perched on bare stems—has it been a year?
Congress of small birds
assembled on wires above—such robust debate!
Birds lined in three rows—
black dots and empty spaceslike some foreign script
*
Black-hooded young man
waiting for the light to change—signpost for a spine
Last days of summer—
like a gentle reminder,scent of decayed leaves
X-winged dragonfly
carousing the summer breeze—giddy arcs and swerves
*
Walking in silence—
grey light and beads of warm fog
caress my bare arms
Wisp of crescent moon
nestled in the blue noon sky—what was my hurry?
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