exchanging language
a small step brought by small girls
(the journey begins)
never would he speak
now he speaks: “You’re next, Ruby”
quarantine blessing
Coronatine, Day Seventy-nine
Coronatine, Day Seventy-eight
solo hike with pup
not marred by weather; just bikes
but these flowers; views.
Coronatine, Day Seventy-seven (Unmasked Blooms)
our mother’s birthday
with a masked botanic trip
through perfect gardens
Coronatine, Day Seventy-six
summer cinema
(fun with Kentucky cousins)
all with just a sheet
Coronatine, Day Seventy-five
should i post pea buds
or a bunch of trashed balloons?
(each its own beauty)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-four
Kentuckians here.
summer brings outdoor dinners.
(let’s hope for safety)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-three (Quarantine Graduation)
never imagined
a graduation parade
in a pandemic
