of little promise
this underdeveloped root
(thought i’d just get blooms)


but underground joy
arrives when you keep digging
to find the rainbow



of little promise
this underdeveloped root
(thought i’d just get blooms)


but underground joy
arrives when you keep digging
to find the rainbow



dawn clouds framing trees
parmesan zucchini, please
(sunlit expertise)


sunflowers, carrots
zucchini ready to burst
bring it on, summer



seltzer, zucchini,
cosmos invading background
what else says July?
school online again
i hate how we all suffer
with no leadership
a hike can’t save us.
the heat seems to want us dead.
but the masks? yes. yes.

all the Boulderites.
they get it. even on trails.
why is it so hard?

you could have this view.
away from the pandemic.
if you’d just listen.

in March, we built it.
Douglas Fir, organic soil
we placed it. waited.


in April, snow hit.
the harshest frost recorded
so late in the spring.

in May, leaves blossomed
flaunting for the cold world
their defiance.

in June, flowers bloomed
as pretty as peonies,
protecting their roots


in July, i dug
searching for gold in soft soil
and finding these gems


zucchinis have popped
my three-year-old magnet proves
that i have foresight




(go where your heart calls,
where those images beckon.
stand in waterfalls)
we left Idaho
the Snake, Glacier, Flathead Lake
and beat the sun home



the river’s icy
the current is too strong, son
but no one stops us

i can never look
without wanting to dive in
to fully swim. live.

they get this from me.
these kids who are not my kids.
these kids who are mine.


we swim for ice cream.
for these fleeting memories.
for their childhoods.


replacement opal
and no direct racism;
just trees, mosquitoes



the river’s too fast
for my paddle board, pup
but this waterfall
