Bilingual Rainbow

that moment at school
 when a domestic violence reference
 does not register
 as a violation of human rights.
 
 that.
 
 that is a teachable moment.
 
 let them write their stories,
 their poems,
 their lives poured out on paper
 in a language that sifts through their minds
 like Lucky Charms marshmallows,
 where finding the right words to describe the trees native to their homelands,
 the pain of fleeing war,
 the parents who missed even grade school,
 is like finding that rainbow marshmallow,
 the brightest and sweetest:
 the words,
 the art,
 that will save them.
 
 for today, at least.


 
 
 

Fate

kids writing all day
 where they’re from, where life takes us
 truth is: no one knows
 
 
 

April Fools’ Forecast

after arid March
 we spring forward from spring break
 with winter weather
 

Check the Box

testing month begins:
 aka, hell season of
 PowerPoint trainings
 

Cycle Through Sunday

sometimes an errand
 can bring springtime happiness
 when you’re on a bike
 

Misunderstanding

why the rain, Mama?
 we were ready to frolic
 in forever sun
 

Winter’s Remorse

solitary slope
 freshly groomed, chickadees’ tweets,
 a good way to end
 
 but ice plagued the runs
 with snow that just wouldn’t fall
 no matter how cold
 

With Wings We Fly

cold mountainside gusts
 in divine aspen grove trails
 sweep snow under skis.
 
 later, only sun
 and a waterfall vista
 to mark spring’s return.
 
 a cloudy sunset
 reminds me of emptiness
 that lies here. and there.
 

Be a Bird

if you want to fly
 leave your poles at the bottom
 and lift up your wings
 

Cultural Shift

behind closed curtains
 every American dream
 stays hidden from view
 
 what my students see:
 cold-shouldered isolation
 as their new welcome
 
 (i walk home to lights
 brightening the welcome mat
 for all who enter)