Senryu
summer doldrums
thankful for the company
of a knothole
left on the chalkboard
"This,love is-does all/that."
quiet
the wind relenting
at a corner of the house
grandmother's rhubarb
restoration
the sun at the horizon
alone and calm
the morning after
our Niagara wedding
the wetness of dew
spring quiet
first song in a tree nearby
first light in the clouds.
a man swept by
in a wave rising, falling
sees us see him drown.