Weeding

two farmers

weeding the bean rows

in silence

Nibble

mouse in the orchard

one nibble then another

till the last plum’s gone

by the sagging porch

white lilac bushes blooming

house no one calls home

after the ice storm

plum branches litter the yard

final performance

the deeper questions

at the bottom of the well—

she dips her bucket

digging a channel

for the melting snow river—

children at the gate

rehearsal dinner—

by the end of the entrée

a cancelled wedding

iced watermelon

and buttered corn on the cob—

a summertime feast

dawn at Giverny

a yellow lotus blooming

Monet dips his brush

unfinished haiku

lying alone on my desk

but for a flyspeck