inviting

a fairy princess

to take una mas

remembering

when the pumpkin patch

seemed endless

heading to bed

I think of the skunks

starting their day

rain after drought —
gratitude even
for the sound

in or out?

a spider waits by the door,
not telling

reminding me

to lift my eyes again —

full moon

we walk the towpath

our long years of friendship

floating after us

geese with their feet first,

wings backing wildly —

splashdown on the pond

the waxing moon waits

while we sing one last song

after another

revelation —

the unbroken bones of trees

as leaves fall away

last night’s spider

still casting a shadow

this early morning

bike ride home —

smiling until I hit

the first bug

all I see

of the world today —

tissue box

cold snap —

my breath comes back

where I can see it

behind

my closed eyes

the last bit of moon

Doppler variation —

his voice dipping lower

as the train pulls in

whittled down

to just barely here —

mid-October moon

cleaning the lint trap —

I think of little blankets

and mice

I slow down

for just a second —

tiny red leaf

shower steam so thick —

we wonder where

our boy has got to

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as we row

geese fly over us

also rowing

grass growing

brown after weeks of drought —

I call my mother

starlings at dusk

seeking each other out

in the treetops

planning

to be a ghost —

Hallowe’en

remembering

where the stars were

when they vanish

midday nap —

leaves drifting

on the lake

autumn morning —

one tiny leaf falls all the way

into my blouse

early October —

remembering the weight

of blankets

swaying at the edge

of the canyon overlook —

homeless man

nights of new faces —

we smile and explain again

yes, we’re a couple

evacuation —

we stand still for a moment,

drinking in our life