vendor on the beach–
from hand to hand
the spinning pinwheel

the crab points skyward
with its remaining claw–
crane’s shadow

evening light
following the anchor line
into the sea

rain stopped
the sunflower drips
into its shadow

buried in a coat
he never wore–
autumn equinox

gray morning sky
a herring gull drops a mollusk
onto rocks

afternoon swim
in his hair
the scent of fish

factory whistle
blue morning glories
                on the flag pole

autumn equinox–
fresh tooth marks
in the old birch