corn field at dusk —

fireflies amidst the tassles

seeking each other

fledgling cardinals —

still wobbly, working out 

this whole flying thing

our moonlit shadows

leading the way as we walk

hand in hand

Our Lady of Sorrows —

a bagpiper in a kilt

gets out of his truck

(for V.P.)

slowing down

as we head into the curves —

midlife birthday party

the cardinal’s bright flight

just inches above the grass —

I forget to breathe

feisty hummingbirds

chasing off a swallowtail —

flying garden fight

the sound of car keys

tossed down on the table —

knowing he’d made it home

my father’s journals —

I think about fallen trees

and the holes they leave