An American Haiku
Late arrivals — the last of the tomatoesripening on the sill
6:45the beginning trumpetertrumpets
One more loss — the flowers keep reachingtowards the sun
For my writing partner.
bouncing withthe breeze — ripening plums
repainting again — how much longer will weremain complacent?
Last day — she pulls her closerunder the umbrella
Unbotheredby the heatwave — the blue hydrangea
Last day — tomorrow, moreof the same
a patch of perfect green — the solitary daisy
Father’s Day — my daughter reachesfor another book