clearing the table
for a party of twelve
Chinese new year

John

the tea kettle whistles
under a leaky roof

Yu

dueling pistols
recovered from
the riverboat

John

cattails sway
and sigh

David

her warmth
penetrates
my down jacket

Yu

we much prefer
candlelight

David

the antipope’s
retaliatory
excommunication

David

cloud shadows
on orange blossoms

Yu

vanity plates
tell me it was a doctor
who didn’t stop to help

John

the bathroom mirror
has secrets

David

harvest moon
as full as
it ever was

John

room for all
on the hayride

Yu

dappled light—
coolness under the branches
of a riverside tree

AS

she paints the poppies
in the style of Monet

DW

British museum,
the oriental gallery full
of oriental tourists

AS

on the rock face
a relief of the Buddha

FW

trying to meditate,
distracted by bonfire night
they fix on the moon

DW

she presses his gift
of a fallen maple leaf

FW

every year
hand in hand
on Blackpool sands

AS

cloaked in shadows
the Martello Tower

FW

their secret hideout,
the children take in bears
and table cloths

DW

silver cutlery set out
with military precision

FW

frosty morning
a line of fir trees
dusted with snow

AS

the quarter moon frozen
in the pond's ice

FW

a cat waits
by the open cage
for the bird to fly

DW

the sound of an arrow
striking its target

AS

picture in the paper
for their anniversary
they've both lost count

DW

a feeling of comfort
sitting in his old chair

FW

rescued from the tip
the worn out rocking horse
finds a new home

DW

umbrellas on the bank
at the start of the boat race

AS

mini whirlwinds
of blossom and confetti
outside the church

FW

a sleepy fawn trots
after its mother

AS