sprinkler arc
a cranefly's
patterned wings

a swing
and a slide
small town

the waves
slowly splitting the rocks
splitting the waves

at the bottom of the sea
cosmonauts
drift blue

in their own way
howling at the moon
katydids

kids leap
over a starry night
chalk art

It's a start, she says,
snapping the wild
asparagus

dry heat—
the thin shadow
of a lizard's tail

home from the wake . . .
into my dark house
a firefly

the river's mouth
no end to the end
of the journey