spring clouds
piled all over the mountains —
new puppies sleep

headstone
a dash
between the years

the lingering sound
of a bell
sun on old wood

alone
with my Cheerios
and another missing child

misty window —
a child draws the rain
with slashing lines

fast freight —
a yellow dandelion
between blue rails

burial ground —
offshore kelp billowing
with the tide

despite
my forgetfulness . . .
pink geraniums

birthday morning
the moth on the mirror
in a different place

grey morning
the shire horse’s fetlocks
caked with mud