renewal of youth
 snow melts a fresh round of spring

 riding carousels



 
 why wouldn’t you want
 to see their sunny faces

 romping through the zoo?



 
 i don’t understand
 ask peace from yoga nightcap
 after goodnight hugs
 
 i won’t stop writing
 or being the mom i am
 my words hang, waiting
 
 you’ll analyze them
 and wish that things were different
 when they’re just the same
 
 perfection scares me
 i’d rather be secondhand
 not worry for stains
 
 for we are all marked
 by the pieces that make us whole
 glued together here
 
 in this photo, see?
 her eyes are my eyes, your eyes

 wild through and through