Obey

the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)

Always in Line

i’ve tried hard for grins
as hard as they are to earn
(teen reality)

how pretty and sweet
grins as wide as Mile High
(but not for me, though)

my mother’s birthday 
surrounded by flowers, kids,
laughter in all forms

her party stayed dry
despite stress, rain, tent set-up
(smiles al around)

what you don’t see here:
picking rhubarb in the rain
for salvation pie

a rare, masked smile 
his first roller coaster ride
our life’s hills, splashes

eighteen years finished 
with this mask that hides us all 
from society

entrepreneur 
winning with her lemonade 
even as a teen

three-thirty a.m.
my oldest’s footsteps. good steps.
intentional steps.

this is not a moon.
this is a lunar eclipse.
(Super-Flower-Blood)

and she’ll be gone soon.
(no early-morning steps).
and i. am. eclipsed.

shadows of loss win
the afternoon shines bright.
(we still have our moon)