all the little street streams

go looking for each other —

brunch with my parents

late summer sky

stars talking amongst themselves —

we can almost hear

heat lightning

on the far side of town —

you walk towards me

out of the darkness

white azaleas —

you talk in your sleep

one tulip

of every color —

my neighbor’s rainbow

this spring breeze

giving the clouds in the lake

a good stirring

a pollen blanket

flung out over everything —

green on green on green