even without dewdrops
all those hairs
on the caterpillar

tobacco harvest —
the first drops of rain
on a tin-roofed shack

desert oil field
pump silhouettes
glow in the sunset

resting here . . .
long after someone gave a name
to this ocean

wind in the trees
my dreams also fly
over the hill

distant lightning
cottonwood seeds drift
over the dry earth

clouds part —
a mantis silhouette
through the sunlit leaf

beyond the lights
of the amusement park
rhythm of the sea

first evening cool
a preening goose
spreads one wing

limestone ledge —
winding through autumn colors
the sound of a creek