beanstalks —
the kids want
taller stakes

suncatchers
in the shop window
she smiles back

long afternoon —
the ceiling fan
turning the wrong way

summer rain . . .
scent of lavender
in the mop water

am I so old?
the sound of leaves
weighing rain

Father’s Day walk
the pace
of the smallest grandchild

dappled sunlight
men group around
their frothy beers

silence after thunder
the new neighbor calling in
her children

through the sick boy’s straw
the loud emptiness
of his milkshake glass

longest day
the smell of chemicals
in the waiting room