i.

scarcely there; all fingertips; morning light.

woman-handling whatever

it touches

ii.

after a long hike, my bare feet in stream-water;

you can’t step into the same

happiness twice

iii.

back when her hand could almost close

around an almond, her little finger

blessing my cheek

iv.

walking my dogs early on a weekday;

the sycamores are trust-falling

across the boulevard

v.

a yellow diesel excavator resting, no,

rusting, in an open field rampant

with wild-flowers

vi.

waking, i see two clouds separating

monumentally; one is the present,

the other, its memory