Storm at the boathouse...
the toilet level
rises and falls
Stifling:
my nail fungi
in their prime
In the sunny garden
daughter waters
her shadow
Moonless night:
crushing an earwig
with my crutch
some say yes
some say no
cosmos in the rain
Neighbor's windchimes
up through the taste
of my cigarette
Scent of honeysuckle...
coming in on the song
too early