lit by a low light —
translucent, near-pink ears
of the rabbits

pokeberry leaning
into some unclaimed sunshine —
tornadoes long gone

underneath the tree
a spot that stays mostly dry —
we move our chairs

the wet one from today
a dry one for tomorrow —
my summer swimsuits

moon in the morning —
rabbits chasing each other
around the maple

500 days on —
we tell old travel stories
to keep them alive

singing as she flies
from my garden to yours —
summer's first goldfinch

back to the creek
for more wild berries —
only if they're ready

tiger swallowtails

in amongst the rushes —

our hearts rise with them

fireflies rising
silently over the field —
freshly cut clover

walk with me at dusk —
fill in the flowers' colors
from memory

summer haze —
news of the western fires
written in our sky

the scent of cake
finding her still asleep —
first gift of the day

fledgling catbirds —
not sure yet which branches
they can trust

approaching thunder —
the feeling of being rolled
by a wave

one hummingbird
shimmering in the heat —
green flame against blue

rudbeckia picking up
where the primrose left off —
garden choir

we imagine bears
eating as they amble —
wild blueberries

the older he gets
the more we tell each other
baby stories

rain-starved hills turning

a darker shade of brown —

how long can we wait?

 

stories punctuated
by moths bumping into screens —
the moon listens in

the tilt of my knife
as I choose honey for my toast —
morning sunlight

rain in the forecast —
we wait for the birds to come
down from the trees

hearts sinking down from
rescue to recovery —
the rain starts back up

we wait to see
if the blown-over blossoms
will stand up again

teaching my computer
that coolyo 
is a word

hot summer nights —
suddenly remembering 
the sound of Big Wheels

a conversation —
she shows off her new flashllght,
we wave our sparklers

iris and azalea
finding some untapped sunshine
over our front walk

questions and regrets
drifting over with the smoke —
unwanted fireworks

first day of July —
a map of California 
fires blooming