after we forgot

what kind of plant they gave us —

one small strawberry

windy day walk —

we end up repeating

the hard parts again

a competition

between these blades of grass —

who can catch more light?

in the morning

you ask if I remember

your dream

dusk rolling in

a flock of sparrows

chooses a new tree

against this pink sky

a spider checks her web —

just dew for breakfast

waking at midday

and trying not to feel

the lost sunshine

festival music

wriggles free and floats

towards our home

late summer weeding —

he decides which photos

are worth packing up