a sudden hush
can you hear the rustle of the bud's opening?

Wyoming plain
on the new seedlings
the cattle graze

a highway cuts a furrow
in the rich sod

no moon
my pockets empty
after the card game

children cup their hands
to hold captured insects

your halter hides
a dragonfly tattoo
a glimpse of pink and green

now that she's gone
noticing how big the bathtub is

falling on paper
making the writing difficult
a slosh of sake

rusted cider-press
a shuttered barn long abandoned