this is our family
working through each glittered pic
and this quarantine
Coronatine, Day Eighty-eight
family
Coronatine, Day Eighty-six
magic pupusas
like play dough for my nieces
home cooked by my son
side of garden leaves,
fresh cut perfect peonies,
beauty from our home
Coronatine, Day Eighty-five
hiking out hurts us
(to face the world’s anger
instead of these trees)
Coronatine, Day Eighty-four
from aspens to pines
peaks and creeks guide our soft steps
toward tranquility
Coronatine, Day Eighty-three
the packing ordeal
of a backpacking journey
is so exhausting
for these quiet views
we walk into the forest
leaving all behind
(if only we could
forget the masks and all else
and escape this plague)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-nine
exchanging language
a small step brought by small girls
(the journey begins)
never would he speak
now he speaks: “You’re next, Ruby”
quarantine blessing
Coronatine, Day Seventy-seven (Unmasked Blooms)
our mother’s birthday
with a masked botanic trip
through perfect gardens
Coronatine, Day Seventy-six
summer cinema
(fun with Kentucky cousins)
all with just a sheet
Coronatine, Day Seventy-four
Kentuckians here.
summer brings outdoor dinners.
(let’s hope for safety)
Coronatine, Day Seventy-two
the perfect respite
after seventy-one days
staying safe at home
mental sanity
in our short time here on earth
can be life-saving
hiking these mountains
with their divine mental cleanse
has saved us today
away from the crowds
away from constant worry
here. here we are safe.
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