Now that

all guests have left-

rustling trees

A red butterfly?
It is a rose petal
on a spider's thread

This life-
sneaking up on a fly
already dead

My love

under our sheet-

morning haze

The cursor

keeps stuttering

I, I, I..

Old fence gate-
the honeysuckle wakes up
when I ring the bell

A night moth
against the bug screen-
full moon