swing set’s final squeak
dads pack up pleading children
—last light at the park
Bernedoodle’s head
shoulder surfs on highway nine
—wet nose nuzzles ear
Tunnels move thru stone—
River and road intertwine
dancing the salsa
fearing my failure
I stare at the empty board
… stone still in my hand
line upon line
with or without patience
… understanding blooms
one thousand tear drops
blur the willow’s reflection
… evening air is crisp
Mountain lights twinkle
twilight merges with evening
—the geese have flown south