prairie —
nothing
higher

wild flax —
a minute of blue sky
on a cloudy day

late summer —
eelgrass turns
with the tide

fly-fishing
a mosquito’s buzz
in my ear

deep current . . .
his long pause
before the lie

distant thunder . . .
stargazer lilies
caught in the brush fire

blue sky
in the far distance . . .
still penniless

pond at twilight
a least bittern scuttles
through the sedges

sound of water . . .
a fish rests
on my foot

evening sun
the shadow of a fence
on my face