Playing by himself,
a little boy dressed in blue
dreams of growing up.
Weaving
Why were you weaving
during last night’s thunderstorm,
spider at my loom?
Tomatoes
On the kitchen sink
the last tomatoes ripen
after the first frost.
Potatoes
a few potatoes
comprising the evening feast
in Van Gogh’s painting
Memory
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cherry tree blooming
only in my memory—
a fruitful silence
Watermelon
one machete blow
splitting the watermelon—
sweet crimson river
Mark M. Redfearn 