Labor Day weekend—
 
when no one’s watching, the cat
 
eats from the dog’s dish.

 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
near the hotel balcony,
 
doves make up some songs.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
the morning glories and I
 
have no agenda.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
we spot the first skein of geese
 
tangled in the clouds.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
a heat wave grips the county,
 
driving us indoors.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
an old man longs for his son,
 
last seen years ago.

 
 
 

Labor Day weekend—
 
the homeless man keeps weeping
 
for his missing dog.

 
 
 

Third weekend of spring—
 
my backyard plum keeps blooming,
 
though I’m on the road.

 
 
 

Third weekend of spring—
 
in cups made out of peat moss,
 
I start melon seeds.

 
 
 

First weekend of spring—
 
my neighbor’s yapping corgi
 
jolts me from my nap.