An old band-aid

floating in the pool -

Monday morning

The crescent moon

lost in translation in

the quiet grain

Listening

to two young girls

reminiscing

I get stuck

in the Hail Mary -

her funeral

Sunday morning -

when my alarm goes off

frogs respond

Full moon -
so much closer
than the moon

Despair -

she cannot see

in the dark

Clouds floating
on my air bed
in the lake

The hole
in the canopy -
full moon