father’s day
fishing lines crossed
in the shallows

-Frank Hooven

clearing sky
wind ruffles the water
in a little red wagon

-Frank Hooven

spring evening
a blink of the rabbit’s eye
releases me

-Frank Hooven

artist’s studio
a musty sofa
bathed in light

-Frank Hooven

news of a passing
the old furnace
rumbles on

-Frank Hooven

a line of ants
into the birdhouse
still of the afternoon

-Frank Hooven

finding the rustle
in your hair
autumn wind

-Frank Hooven

wagging tail
the length
of a vet bill

-Frank Hooven

picket line
everyone welcome
at the barrel fire

10-18


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just the right words
and a spadeful of earth
pet hamster

10-17

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open meadow
afternoon clouds stitched
hawk by hawk

10-16

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approaching storm
a secret
passed tree to tree

10-15

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passing shower
above the farm
the flock refolds itself

10-14

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summer’s end
the boardwalk empty
with rain

10-13

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Navajo canyon
a pinyon pine
the shape of the wind

10-12

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moonlit pier
the stars
lost and found

10-11

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canyon sunset
so many shades
of shadow

10-10

-Frank Hooven

distant hills
the smell of an old tent
in summer heat

-Frank Hooven