A butterfly
on her backpack
now and then a word

The water butt
as full as
when we left

Their straw hats
church-goers meet
recreationists

Deep in the valley
the network signal
gets

Freshly greased
my mountaineering boots
catch all the dust

The slight resistance
of a new book
upon opening

Shining
in the deck chair
wet leaves

Oncology
the visitors smell
of smoke

Rain
dripping from
the days

Her first purse
flakes of nail polish
on her nails

Between the clouds
every now and then
a thought

Last night
in a shallow puddle
all stars

On the tv
they're cycling up a mountain
my battery almost gone

He urges his dog
to pick up the pace
the fat man

He pets his dog
and reads his comic
thoughtlessy

Her eyes
the size of the butterfly
on her arm

Two girls
one complete makeover
of my smart phone

Sunlight
streaming between banks
of clouds

Roses
in the rain-
her silence

The computer
ends my sleep mode
with his

Summer rain
is drawing tears
on the slide

In the mirror
shaving cream on my chin
my father's eyes

Each time
I leave
my keys

Each time
I enter
Buddha