thank you for the “no.”
as phallic as this lupine
(allium ignored)
i will learn from this
(things i tell myself at night)
and grow a sagebrush
it will bloom purple
(you can’t see my true color)
and you can’t taste it
yet, here it blossoms
as beautiful as the home
you constantly loathe
i know. i know. i…
you don’t see what i see. stop.
but god. how it hurts.
these rare teen moments
everyone together; joy
minus jobs, school, stress
summer days beckon
drinks on rooftop patios
(mocktails for the kids)
the cold creek calls us
with shade, icy refreshment
from the sun’s harsh heat
and these cousins bond
under summer vacation
(our home is their heart)
sunset’s golden light
shines brighter in the mountains
with my perfect pup
an eight-mile walk
through Colorado’s beauty
even before blooms
the mountains call us
with their peak views, quaking aspens
(listen for the call)
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)
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