Monthly Archives: July 2011

Past midnight a doe browses the lilies, the poison ivy while moonlight lingers on the tallest pine. Three bodies moving in the dark.

Near no house a kitchen knife gleams in the crossroads gravel

Overcast morning dawn is a faded cardinal over the worn stone wall

Four days with no mail enough time for a new vine to wrap around the mailbox latch.

High noon – two hawks and a wasp circle the sun

Fourth of July fireflies too slow, too easily caught by little hands

Distant dogs hear the thunder just before I do, their barks like lightning.

Over the incense of our tandoori and cabernet the Boston man at the next table says grace, beneath the image of Vishnu.

To her own purpose the fox crosses our path on soft summer feet then slips beneath the feather and fern of morning