I find six strawberries / drowned in a blue Ikea bowl / abandoned

This morning / a praying mantis— / I call her Virgie— / climbed ...

Raindrops tinkle on the tin roof / like fingers on the ivory keys / of Grandma’s old piano.

Clouds swirl around. / Rain pounding down

We met at a summer dance, / Then she was gone.

Green is gorgeous is too soon gone, / she thought. Rockets fell toward new year’s dawn.

In the acre’s shady corner / of unremembered names

again, i was all alone / and awake / (just lying there) / when the first wave came with a strong wind