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

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.
A parachutist from Czech Republic
never ever did have too much luck.
He dodged a tall spire,
bounced off a high wire,
hit a wall and knocked loose some pub bricks.

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

something moves
through autumn grass
at water’s edge.

with sun down,
the sky lingers in blue,
then fades to black.