first day of summer—
trampling the neighbor’s okra
in a fit of rage
Matins
To hear the wild goose,
even the priest at matins
stops mumbling God’s name.
Muffin
blueberry muffin
bigger than moonrise in June—
nibbling the edges
Breezes
The river breezes—
how many years have flowed by
since they cooled my skin?
My Lai
soldiers at My Lai
shooting in all directions
anything that moves