just one white comma
against the inky black sky —
the moon holds my place

looking for someone
I haven't come out to yet —
late June

watching the numbers
while remembering a time
with nothing to watch

evening walk —
we and the fireflies
check on each other

zinnias and cone flowers
racing each other upwards —
we know what we need

fireflies rising up
as the sun slides down —
will we rise up too?

beer soaked men
holding forth on the ferry —
overboard not an option

ocean spray
blown inland as a fine mist —
thoughts of my father

protected shore birds
taking turns on their nest —
we keep our distance

children insisting
it can't be bedtime yet —
summer solstice

the sound of waves
climbing up over the dunes —
how the beach calls us

allowing ourselves
the full spectrum of sunset --
thoughts setting too

transplanting flowers —
we decide every color
looks good against blue

nearly grown fledglings
trying to beg one more worm
from heat-worn parents

last day of school —
summer curled and waiting
like a roll of sod

almost close enough
to hear their tiny hooves —
twin fawns crossing the road

summer's first fireflies
catching me by surprise —
Strawberry Moon

the full moon looks down —
how are those of us still here
failing the world?

we tuck the new plants
in with a compost layer —
so many great worms!

we give the crows 
something to talk about
again this year

nest building season —
everyone out here trying
to soften the world

wind in the garden —
the summer air we longed for
finally coming through

front yard bunnies
seeming to double
by the hour

each drop sounding
as if it has been placed —
thin rain in the drought

wrapped in wonder —
we put up another string
of tiny lights

low tide —
a tiny plover's first rush
to the ocean

all I could think was
your mama's gonna be mad —
young fawn out walking

we lift Rosie up
to smell the wisteria —
once we were lifted

transplanted redbud —
nearly visible energy 
leaving the body

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