autumn nightfall
dusk in her
silk stockings

autumn woods . . .
at my sister's house
I wear one of her sweaters

A cloud glides over
the face of the moon—
sound of the belled cat, hunting

last of the daffodils
brrng brrng brrng of a bicycle
approaching from behind

loan
application—
borrowing a pen

a yellow bag
over the gas nozzle—
dog-day cicadas

flower shop girl
her smock the same color
as the daffodils

unstrung pearls
the children divide
her estate

out of the blue
the window washer
brightens my day

high school photo—
eyes more confident then
than now