closing my eyes
to better hear hooves drumming
on the polo grounds

dolphins and surfers
breaking free of the ocean
just to dive back in

hot days stretched out
so far they can't hold their shape —
we sit stuck to the couch

four drops of rain
thrown sideways from a cloud
that kept it moving

hot summer nights —
we drive into the mountains
chasing cooler air

after-image —
most days it's the fox I see
pausing to look back

corn on the cob —
the stand at the field's edge
piled high with treasure

we move the small hill
made from last year's fallen tree
one shovel at a time

cloudy day swim —
a five year-old asks her mom
where's the sunny spot?