this is our family
working through each glittered pic
and this quarantine
Coronatine, Day Eighty-eight
Month: June 2020
Coronatine, Day Eighty-seven (8 minutes, 46 seconds)
masked protesters
stand in vigilant silence
since Black Lives Matter
Coronatine, Day Eighty-six
magic pupusas
like play dough for my nieces
home cooked by my son
side of garden leaves,
fresh cut perfect peonies,
beauty from our home
Coronatine, Day Eighty-five
hiking out hurts us
(to face the world’s anger
instead of these trees)
Coronatine, Day Eighty-four
from aspens to pines
peaks and creeks guide our soft steps
toward tranquility
Coronatine, Day Eighty-three
the packing ordeal
of a backpacking journey
is so exhausting
for these quiet views
we walk into the forest
leaving all behind
(if only we could
forget the masks and all else
and escape this plague)
Coronatine, Day Eighty-two
the lake saves us all
even without the swim beach
we still have the views
Coronatine, Day Eighty-one
peonies for peace
if only they could bring it
to brighten our lives
Coronatine, Day Eighty
victory garden:
popping peonies, pea blooms,
pretty potatoes
our first tomato,
reliable zucchini,
even cilantro
let’s toast us with food
as perfect as irises
that we grew ourselves
Coronatine, Day Seventy-nine
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
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