first light
my brow breaking
a strand of web

hard paddling
the wind
dries my teeth

sun-warmed patio
the bird with one foot
bellies down

his small “please”
a burial procession
for the fish

remaining heat
the frayed edge
of a salesman’s tie

summer solstice —
insect eggs swell
in the alder leaves

harsh sun
a child watches fishermen
club eels

summer solstice
the bright spaces between
long tree shadows

a quiet afternoon —
the pinwheel twirls
only halfway

boys play past dusk
the smell of water
from a garden hose