Darrell Lindsey

fishing  late

the boat full

of one cricket

note on the door

sudden coolness

of the barbershop pole

country graveyard

a hummingbird

she would’ve loved

meditation…

the tea picker’s song

in my cup

mountain pine

the flow of notes

against the bone wind

a cricket

jumps toward the radio …

evening jazz

Kyoto moonlight all the dreams  combed  out of her hair