autumn creek
each leaf shadow haloed
in sunlight

last cast
a fisherman’s breath
becomes river mist

moon shadow
an owl plucks a mouse
from rising water

afternoon burble
the yin yang of two beef tongues
in a pot

hospital ward–
I try to isolate
her special scent

still water
the crayfish slips under
the sky

moon almost full–
the blackness flows
downstream

falling leaves–
the same old man returning
to the same old park bench

wish made . . .
concentric ripples
spread away