morning syllabus the dew in the grass enough to wake the crows

skull bone creek maybe the rocks will remember where the water once flowed

july heat I wonder if the turtle can hear the pond shrink

lumps of clay giving a voice to my misshapen idea 

100 candles as though he were still here we wish dad a happy birthday

I don't want to imagine a world without the wavy lines of brown pelicans

the sunflowers looking as tired as I am of this summer heat

sunrise a groundhog speeding across the road to some place cooler

trying to hold too many things together I'm hit by the sting of a broken rubberband

no photos allowed a woman sketching the cast of the pope's hand