flurries
telling her headstone
he cheated

first
love
a rain-soaked raspberry
on
your
tongue

girls in halter tops—
chewing my ice
with a vengeance

spring moon
I bend to touch my daughter's name
on the tombstone

solitaire
my widowed father
lost in the shuffle

August heat—
the redhead adjusts
her bikini

   the last sunset
      before they return
to their husbands

unzipping the tent
to thick morning fog—
we whisper

sunlight through
the thin white blouse she
holds up folds and puts away