Wedded rocks are joined
gossamer from spider's ropes
I sit here, alone
Over the hot springs
red camellia blossom floats.
Surrenders its course
midnight snack,
full moon in glass
and the glass table
summer begins,
atop the telephone pole
an eagle's nest
summer veranda,
in time for perfect teacup
lemon blossom drops
hot summer day
on the patio lounge chair
a lizard sunbathes
honeysuckle scent,
prairie wildflowers remain
in grandma's old shorts