High weeds

around the flagstones -

knitted brows

An old beach ball -

the two gals turn

into girls

The flower

gazing at

the painter

Rain shower -

every drop mentions

my roof

Sailing -

Heaven is

my ship

Flower heart -

a bumble bee's

hairy butt

Straight

through my mood

a butterfly

In the car

driving to the dentist

Mozart's requiem

Fields of clouds

without any trace

of weeds

The silence

between flower

and painter

Lost -

they send pictures

from limbo

This still wheat

in the summer night -

'All shall be well'

School camp -

the most excited

are the moms

Just two flies

meeting me -

an empty house

Now that I

also hold my breath

in the doldrums

Summer evening -

the gentle crackling

of the bug zapper

2-1

The ball
dragged like
a muleta

The full moon

gets no shut-eye -

those frogs!

Waidmannsheil -

the flies that are mating

are the slowest

Turn a right here

and then just keep going-

the low moon

Over the lake

that I pissed in last year

summer clouds

Wadded up socks

in the laundry basket -

daughter dear is back

A few pages

before giftwrapping

the book

I wait

next to a stone

that stones

Even the shade

now sits under the parasol -

midday sun

After the burial

the resurrection -

young beans

Two children

tightroping on the kerbstones-

the audience walks past

Home -

lost in translation

on the couch

Outside the frogs

but her kiss is for me-

summer night

Dawn -

untouched

all this