shooting star
what do fish
see at night?

grown overnight
in the city square–
a Christmas tree

two crows working
the twilight crosswinds–
my pregnant wife

patches of sky–
the ship’s waves sink
into the ocean

freezing cold
the crow leaves
with a caw

December traffic
white puffs
from the police whistle

almost dusk
an extension cord dangles
in falling snow

gale force wind–
the shrieks of gulls
flying in place

moonrise–
shreds of a wasp nest
scattered in the snow