Island

at work dreaming of
a caribbean romance
before summer ends

a dockside bar
rum runners and
buffet tunes

Rain

her face to the sky
sundress plastered to her skin
at one with the rain

sandals in hand-
bare feet in
the wet grass

Summer

an old swimming hole-
piles of clothes left abandoned
on the grassy shore

a frayed rope swing-
old memories
bittersweet

Driving

the ragtop put down
bare feet up on the dashboard
red hair in the wind

pacific coast highway-
california dreamin’
on the radio

Puddles

a rippling sky
cast in all directions by
a child’s rubber boots

parting clouds-
blue jays bathe
in tiny ponds

Sting

alabaster skin
flush with the pain of pleasure
however fleeting

lilacs in bloom-
bees harbored
in the blossoms

Heat

such oppressive heat-
my sleeping cat slowly drips
from his windowsill

shimmering sand-
false promises
in the distance

Afternoon

a beer in my hand
cut grass drying on the lawn
as the clouds pass by

muted laughter-
steaks sear
over glowing coals

Shoreline

reeds and rushes-
a warm tide ebbs from the marsh
and runs to the sea

sea glass-
walking the beach
at low tide

Courtship

now all that remains-
the sweet taste of success and
your cherry lip gloss

fresh cut grass-
an old blanket and
poetry