i search for the moon
early in the day; not night
how it shines so bright


i search for the moon
early in the day; not night
how it shines so bright


world reflected
with wooden beams, windy view
and skis. always skis.


this is my slipper
this puzzle box is my home
(happiness. cat style.)


quarantine café
ready for any work day
(insomniac’s dream)

trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.

snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:

in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.

a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect

that Denver skyline
always bright, ready to burst
these broken bubbles

just like real life
there’s always a missing piece
trying to snow you

searching for pieces:
a tedious endeavor
solved best by box bed
