across clearings
I feel no breeze stir
just the leaf sniffed by a fox

open window
I see no bright star
just a leaf’s moment move

first date
I more and more know
her answers

circles of gulls
the ocean’s
storm brewing

watercolouring
should hold forever
this moonshine across the bay

wedding tree
twenty years planted
for families of werns

more like breaths
just flicking this lure
at the trout stream

every stop
the deer becomes lost
in rifle sights

late afternoon
just one shadow measured
the garden sundial

school ends
the lunch box and bullies
I’ve been through