Raspberry Season

by Wayne Lee

My daughter arrives in time
for the raspberries, wings in
from the east just as blossoms drop
onto the loam and fruit plumps
blood red. For her, I leave all
the fruit on the canes.

Flannel Shirt

by Wayne Lee

It’s the way the shirt hangs
just so in morning light
mist gray and forest green

it’s the light in the air
just so and the shirt
on the chair just right

Ellipsis

by Wayne Lee

black angus
meat on the hoof
identical dots disappearing
over the horizon...
pronghorn nowhere
to be seen