little island

watching my line move
feeling the bump of a trout
the river and I

swollen river talks
red wing black bird sings of love
canary tends young

pastures

twisted hollow trees
on a swollen brown river
lime stone face watches

Early morning fishing

mist in the morning
hunting little river ghosts
leeks watch me fishing

Bus Stop

Vulture and crow dance
out of pines they ebb and flow
phantom passenger

spring storm

clouds filled with thunder
rolling past me one by one
dancing with the wind

getting a cart

bright pink on grey tile
waiting to be discarded
forgotten blossom