cold rain–
rice spewing from a hole
in the bag

first light–
guessing at the depth
of overnight snow

a little girl
watching a cocoon . . .
wings

clear lake
spring clouds glide
towards the dock

cherry blossoms
the parish priest
straightens his collar

windblown rain
the labored purring
of an old cat

an osprey's nest
even here
the use of plastic

budding trees–
chafe marks
from new sandals

rural prison–
larksong drawing up faces
from the pens

cold rain
cherry petals in the street
with lotto tickets