Haiku roundup (bonfire to spine).

cinders like fireflies
the summer she turned sixteen
a bonfire of loss

his two grown daughters
anchor him on either side
his last beach visit

small trajectories
the straw wrapper taking flight
across the table

playing with mirrors
determined to see himself
to infinity

opening the book
to find a photo bookmark
a child, date, and age

her eyes shift skyward
to find the familiar moon
staying up past noon

the youthful maestro
convinced of the recorder's
infallible song

waking from a nap
the shadows of mini-blinds
edged with afternoon

kitten in her lap
the sleeping ball of black fur
rising and falling

places I can't reach
droplets running down your spine
from the drowning pool