Poem 335

Old horse barn
smelling a sunbeam
around the stalls.

Poem 633

Ascending lark
the marmalade cat
too thin from kittens.

Poem 528

tourist town
the local asks! lately
where have we been

3146

living elderly–
the thick morning fog
came in and stayed, as if nothing

3145

living elderly–
picking the last grapes
before autumn rains

3144

living elderly–
some moonlight must sink
into the pond

3143

living elderly–
suddenly awake
a distant dream pulled shut

3142

living elderly–
asleep in a canoe
my lines being tugged

3141

living elderly–
into a great silence
the spout of a whale

3140

living elderly–
honeysuckles giving lonesomeness
a scent