first light–
pulling nightcrawlers
from the mud

the wing-pulse
of a shiny wasp . . .
heat waves

wet sand–
a crab comes up
out of the moon

a skiff
broken loose–
wild flowers

summer grasses
the trail upstream
into tomorrow

morning sun
the shine
on a buttercup

the polished surface–
a white heron hesitates
to put its foot down

blazing heat
     my long shadow
     useless

         a trout erupts
through iridescent ripples
        summer sunset