a mostly-packed car
drives us all to Iowa
(mostly all, that is)

a mostly-packed car
drives us all to Iowa
(mostly all, that is)

packed up and ready
with the bikes fully secured
for our summer trip

a packed-up cooler
electric, adaptable:
symbol of planning

itinerary
revised, rewritten, reread,
printed for Plan Z

(there is no Plan Z)
there is just the dream, the trip
on these four tires
pushed to her limit,
she managed to meet her peak,
find her inner strength


pretty much my life:
trying to find a safe place;
(need help with the door)

with one vacant lot
the clear divide of wealth
(urban devilry)

art in real life:
like a dream reimagined
for my artist girls

can you feel petals
(a digital fantasy)
falling on your face?
summer camp is done.
art, yoga, cycling, love.
and home stretch? cooking.

these so-rare smiles
pouring milk for tortillas
like happy siblings

did you say siblings?
how about our matching twins
with perfect spring rolls?

don’t forget sushi
made with Chinese expertise
to brighten their eyes

and fufu for all
stirred by girls from two cultures
finding friends at home

these mandazi men
so proud of their puffed product
all the way from home

taco influence
on the next generation
sharing her home’s heart

this sweet quesillo
comes from home with a sweet tale
(we’ve hit a home run)

defeat plagues today
even with this sweet mural
sometimes losses win


a weak pea harvest
(summer slips through soft moments
between camping; school)


yet the girls giggled
as they shucked their peas from pods
(no longer my peas)

summer’s soft moments
so fleetingly green and fresh
each year grown harder
my pup, lake, camp, board:
seemingly perfect weekend
(calm before the storm)


the weather plagues me
sending wind when there was none
and stealing these views


if i could lift wings,
glide pelican-like, headfirst,
it wouldn’t matter

alas, i must walk
through all the humanoid storms
that we’ve created
