evening heat
sifting through the screen door
their laughter

patio dinner
our plastic chairs
slowly chill

autumn air
two crows on the roof move
closer together

fog with rain
the usual junk
in our mailbox

autumn rain
a baseball card softens
in the bicycle spokes

exchanging pleasantries
while hammering
crab shells

shorter days —
kink in the end
of a lizard’s tail

morning fog —
he closes all the windows
I just opened

saying goodbye . . .
the fence we painted
face to face

football practice
the coach perfects
his game voice