The matriarch trout

Takes bait from his hand

She follows him with her eyes

Wise and deep,

Her tail strong, confusing

The current.

,

Crushed day lilies reappear

Under the mounded dirt left

When the old fence came down

The new posts set in cement

,

The boys of summer

Swing their bats

Y on their caps–

Across the green diamond.

.

When they fade

Others appear, in crisp, white

Uniforms

Knocking it out of the park

.

On Willox Lane

The retired state trooper

Mows his lawn for the third time

In a week, treads heavily

Through his circle of rooms

Wife long dead,

Old dog following him

Permeable shadow.

.

What improvisation

Crests through the heart

On this day—

.

Praise for the extraordinary,

A dove fluttering off into elms,

Psalm with wings.