paul m.

water seeping
from a sunroom amaryllis
the storm outside

a yearling
inching into the field
woodland shadow

as if
it had split the boulder
pine seedling

first colored leaves
boatmen on the river
ship their oars

summer grasses
an old blue car
without doors

small talk
a few leaves
remain in the trees

who can tell
from which tree they come
autumn wind

autumn fish market
all in a line
eyes toward the sea

remaining heat –
footprints to and from
a sandcastle

reed cutting –
the stream together again
after a rock

raised voices
a summer moon
in the estuary

unable to sleep-
a neighbor’s wife
looking into the street

rattle of the fan-
on the windowsill
a waxing moon

moonlit camellias
cafe conversation spilling
into the street

treetops
obscured by fog-
children at play

a mud hen
gliding into the reeds
tall trumpet lilies

dawn beach
a feral cat creeping
across the parking lot

cloud break
the smooth shadow
of a cactus

winter dusk
the magician
produces a dove

stuffy museum-
doors to the Beetle Hall
opening and closing