home from errands—
a hero’s welcome
from the dog
for better or for worse
our lights and darks
tumbling together
to lead a life
of such purpose . . .
ants in a line
breeze through the oaks
some things still right
with the world
alone at the beach
someone else’s dog
brings me a stick
April
I can’t resist
the invitation
snow in drifts
so much left
undone
at the window
half-dressed
city night
empty sky
the insistence
of a one-note bird
folding coolness
into our sheets
a spring evening