he didn’t want to
(more rejection in my life)
still, he packed his bag

he doesn’t smile
it’s hard to tell what he wants
but it could be worse

and here’s our sunset
framed by glorious aspens,
soft breezes of love

he didn’t want to
(more rejection in my life)
still, he packed his bag

he doesn’t smile
it’s hard to tell what he wants
but it could be worse

and here’s our sunset
framed by glorious aspens,
soft breezes of love

garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)

why yes, i bake things
(zucchini things in summer)
feels like Hell’s Kitchen

my oven burned me
burned us all with its heat spread
well, not anymore

that’s right, baby:
a 9×13 glass dish,
two 8-inch cake pans

this Breville will hold
a 12-inch cast iron pan
without burning us

worth every penny
(it’s not even Christmas yet)
boy am i ready
her exact words are:
“he hit the jackpot with you.”
(so far from the truth).

his exact words are:
“¿Porque Ud. lloraba?”
so polite. always.

we’re taking this risk
because it’s what we both love
and without love, what?

these summer rainstorms
bring breezy joy to hot days
(save us from the drought)
my former student
once a refugee herself
now teaches me hope

making me these masks
so i can mouth English words
as when i taught her
a hike can’t save us.
the heat seems to want us dead.
but the masks? yes. yes.

all the Boulderites.
they get it. even on trails.
why is it so hard?

you could have this view.
away from the pandemic.
if you’d just listen.

zucchinis have popped
my three-year-old magnet proves
that i have foresight




(go where your heart calls,
where those images beckon.
stand in waterfalls)
never a hot day
just the perfect everything:
lake, seltzer, beer, peaks




drive through Wyoming
until you reach this heaven
that is Montana



