antantantantant

a zero sum coyote. probable rain

hasn’t
opened
yet

sun
flower

al
ready
turns

potted
bamboo

tall
enough
now

to be
taken

at night
for
human

flowering maple

the gait of horses

after a long winter

first colored leaves

our house doesn’t have

a rag pile

September 11th

we all rise

as the bride enters

summer haze

the distant peak

of Mt. Diablo