scribbles on canvas
how can they think this is art?
just listen to kids
honey-dipped cow, sky
dragon claw making magic
blue moon over sea
eye of beholder
applies to art and beauty
we see what we want
city
April Showers
her news rains on me
slicker than wet spring sidewalks
so slippery, life
A Wing. A Prayer.
my incompetence
measured with twenty stray marks
and one rude comment
let us speak the truth:
your presumption has failed us
and i have lost faith
i pedaled uphill
for incomprehension. served
with sarcastic sides
my happy birthday:
giving up my Saturday
for a wing, a prayer
but the bike saves me
the cuddling girls save me
the cheap wine saves me
(how singularly
simple English verbs can be)
lost in translation
now, my Spanglish wish:
let my tongue thrive like my legs
uphill pedaled dreams
Silver Streaks of Rain
with my old playlist
i fight an uphill battle
pedal into wind
your words lost on me
abandonment tastes bitter
as you once told me
silver streaks of rain
cross winds with old memories
i. never. give. up.
ten minutes to spare,
i make my destination.
(you are nowhere near)
my life without you:
la lengua extranjera
que no puedes ver
Back in the Saddle
back to riding bike
some scary moments by creek
(fear is in the mind)
what better Earth Day
than a late-night class commute
via bicycle?
Try. Harder.
three theme paragraphs
if saved could build your essay
not important though
apathy rules school
am i wrong to wonder why?
or wasting my time?
disorganized hope
for a better tomorrow
can it ever come?
Shaped
geology gold
found in mud, driveable hikes
Denver makes beauty
Sunday Summary
blueberry waffles
begin a windy spring day
end of sleepovers
playground half empty
we watch cormorants build nests
wait for timeliness
it comes with patience
for people nothing like us
who make Rio grin
oldest gets her wish
while younger two learn to sew
with grandma’s guidance
kids’ clothes for one buck
the gift Goodwill offers me
shorts for all summer
medium rare steak
(vegetarian’s nightmare)
my chef-made dream meal
so ends my Sunday
sister talk moves toward kindness
summer dreams await
Cycling through the City
teary-eyed ending
to fifteen-mile bike ride
oh, but donut grin
we stopped at projects
perfect playground, tire swings
Africans playing
(my dream neighborhood:
kids play outside, not with screens
poverty beats us???)
my middle child
pedaling through our city
here: my home, my heart
Too Many Times
i search for blossoms
book i’ve read too many times
haunts the cloudy day
feet ache from standing
walk i’ve walked too many times
spring pops out, teases
to erase my dreams
dreams i’ve dreamt too many times
they become nightmares
i see what i want
plans i’ve lost too many times
(life’s a rented dream)
he doesn’t see it
talk we’ve had too many times
he sees only me
so hard to carry
weight i’ve dropped too many times
petals soften fall
i search for blossoms
words i wrote too long ago
too many times back
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