for a moment,
the waves show
the water beneath

between two
stems of a weed -
a fallen pinecone

at the doorstep,
a ruffled piece of plastic
mistaken for a white flower

a fly
with a few less legs -
I carry it around the house

light of the sunset
on severed branches -
old friends play music

caterpillar larvae,
in the wind by silk thread -
a small bee brings it back