full of birdsong
the empty lot

changing the subject

-Dad doesn't want to talk

about the family

returning my bow

the setting sun

dips lower

sideways rain

a heron 

navigates the valley

shafts of light

- a break in the pattern

releases the soul

amongst the aspen 

a meandering wind

-whispering sweet nothings

sea ranch

where the river bends 

- retracing those

 forgotten dreams

north of town

wild geese 

in the cow field

driftwood lean-tos 

- hermit crabs

everywhere!

and the war began

- just south

of Gualala