with their bow ties

the afternoon dragonflies

serve the river’s tables

 the weight of waiting

makes deep cracks in the soil 

- sandals rubbing

 august 

bindweed and blackberries 

yin and yang

 conversations 

the tiny seeds

that grow lifetimes

 life

the secret of eternal

death

the past

a playground 

in ruins

 drought

that’s not a slug

it’s a dead leaf

 thistles 

a brisk sea breeze

wild horses

 one tear 

a world of difference 

bordering on

 the love of haiku

replies stimulate replies

he replied

 a story in braille 

fingers raising goosebumps 

to be continued …

 brushing the seeds

have a good day i say

prickly heat