day moon . . .
the gap between shot
and victim

moon-haunted sky —
a night bird sounds out
that which was

in a foreign tongue
word the wind

suckling child . . .
silence gathers
within her

joyful decade . . .
the undercurrent
of cicadas

withered fields . . .
a corporate think tank
traps the rain

end of summer . . .
light grows heavy with heat
and cicadas

after dark
more than just echoes
the cicadas

summer's end
the morepork gives out
an aged sound

failing light . . .
my feet outrun the dust
of another town