
boats in still water,
subdued prows reflect
a world below

boats in still water,
subdued prows reflect
a world below


shaggy parasol
sits by the sidewalk,
knowing only up


beyond the woods
the mountains rise
like a dragon’s spine

dark beach night
the moon burns bright
over calm waters


stunted pines
grow from the granite
green and thick

the lake lies ahead,
but my eye settles upon
the blossoms

a fig tree
grew over a building;
that building
collapsed long ago, but
now the tree is the building