exiles child

Poems

A summer’s longing:
your face to light the darkness.
Tonight, a jealous moon.

Yesterday a tree
where a squirrel sits and stares
nowhere to jump

Rain–
Fall wrings Summer
from the air

Chills evaporate
in the late afternoon heat
— boomerang summer

Late summer traffic:
butterflies dodge bumblebees
dodging hummingbirds