






river reflections
tell a tale of still water.
They lie!




Summer afternoon:
light plays through the gates, like
glow from a shrine beyond.


walking a streambed:
ancient carving worn & cracked,
stands guard… for me?

two sailboats
tack toward collision,
then glide smoothly past.

at day’s end,
fishermen pass
on each boat’s way home.

something moves
through autumn grass
at water’s edge.