Behind fading moon
mist settles down like a cat,
       we sleep in coolness

Good morning Robin
      could you come into my house
                     and catch my last dream

                            Summer flu
keeps me off riding mower:
                       lush clover for honeybees

midsummer malaise
vacation bible school students
                                 run through God’s sprinkler

                                         A truce with the Skunks,
still you must lecture a teen
                                    who’s Squealing his wheels

            All day I wish
it would have been different
   until the evening breeze

                            At night I wonder
                    why so many are sleeping
                            under my pillow