June ~ week 1

summer rain —

the red throats

of swallows

~

where the branch

reaches across the lake…

after the rain

three swallows dry

the ink of their wings

~

a fly’s death —

the single twist

of a swift’s wing

~

swooping

from dawn until dusk

eating on the wing…

still no rest

clinging to a wall of dreams

~

am I

or the ducklings

more surprised?

the wide-eyed stare

of a fox

~

the baying of hounds

in the next life…

bristling

does my son remember

this wish to be a fox?

~

flitting lazily

flower to flower

the shadow’s butterfly

~

sky-bright

the blue of forget-me-nots

when the crow lifts…

and a butterfly

out-dancing its shadow

~