Plum

dining room table

the super satin finish

reflecting a plum

Kimono

autumn kimono

she lets it drop to the floor

steps into winter

old Inca faces

frosted on the wedding cake

family of the groom

Prodigal Son

spreading life thin with wine

women and song

November morning—

the frost on a blade of grass

piping one thin note

In a blue glass bowl

I find three red raspberries,

for which I give thanks.

one of the temples

filled with children giving thanks

one of them empty

blue ceramic bowl—

its emptiness is enough

for the grateful heart

Fifty years ago

a lone assassin’s bullets

brought down Camelot.

paper crane

struggling to lift off

from the shelf