Mother’s Day
the clown paints sequined kisses
on her cheek

rotting cabbage —
a slum child watches clouds
drift away

cobwebs —
the smile on
Buddha’s face

overnight rain —
the scent of orange blossoms
in a desert town

backpacking trip
finding myself
without a mirror

signs in Braille
name the scents —
herb garden

boyhood summer —
the hang time
of watermelon seeds

storm warning
the watercolorist works
in shades of grey

highway work —
a marmot whistles
at the crew

delicate nest —
if only paper wasps
were fireflies