evening sun

showing me where to dig
Dad’s grave

bright graffiti

through the autumn hills
this freight

lost time

the scarab remembering
its wings

un-

POSTED sign
of a bear
I stay out
with fewer words

high spring

the Amazon guy touts
sub-orbital tourism

May Day

the engine block buried
in her garden

spring cleaning

in the wilderness
of a broom

sunset

filling my mug
spring peepers

buzzing

to warm up your engine
solitary bee

new Worm Moon

time to replant
flamingos

which cloud

harbors the sun
winter aconites

fallow

mountaintop field
feeding clouds