summer heat
the grin on the face
of my neighbor’s dog

distant thunder —
the scolded girl
steps on every crack

the gift pen
runs out of ink —
summer rainstorm

lingering heat —
out of a small shop
the smell of the past

muggy morning —
turning over a beetle
       in the corn maze

almost ripe
the pineapple that was
so hard to draw

a week of rain —
peppermint drops
fused in a clump

Cambodian sunset
children bathe
in the brown river

Stonehenge —
the Druid arrives
in his psychedelic car

postal form —
the gift value of a bottle
of empty cicadas