fruit-cellar coolness . . .
mama pits cherries
with a paperclip

green grass
my hopes
just so high

the dogwood
and the cat’s meow
the color of twilight

first night
in the new bedroom . . .
wisteria

soft rain
hopscotch pebble
in a puddle

Special guest
moving the cherrywood bowl
into sunlight

summer rain —
her kimono tied
loosely

she asks me
if I love her —
evening star

summer begins —
the sound of a stick
dragged across a fence

cabin fever
I spin the child’s globe
until it blurs blue