small stone #50

Fourth of July
fireflies

too slow, too easily caught
by little hands

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small stone #49

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

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small stone #48

Over the incense of our
tandoori and cabernet

the Boston man at the next table
says grace, beneath
the image of Vishnu.

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small stone #47

To her own purpose

the fox crosses our path
on soft summer feet

then slips beneath
the feather and fern

of morning

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small stone #46

throated hummingbird

throws out ruby
and green fishscale
just ahead of himself

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small stone #45

(for Fiona and Kaspa)  

The day deepens
into June.

A hundred fireflies
court in the white
dogwood blossoms

lighting their forever vows:
bliss, bliss, bliss.

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small stone #44

Light breaks for a moment
past a thunderhead
into the garden

just as a dark widow-skimmer
lights on a white peony.

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