exiles child

Poems

Late summer traffic:
butterflies dodge bumblebees
dodging hummingbirds

A rosebud, long dead
tap, tap, tapping
at the window

Today, a red-tail
makes not-so-lazy circles,
rarely seen, never heard

A cool breeze
August, exhausted,
has surrendered

My brother, lost among
fragments of memory strewn
like clues among the weeds