twenty pounds of fruit
too many carrots to count
unwanted by teens
this bag carries all
sometimes heavy, sometimes light
let’s make us some juice!
road trip car snack solved
puréed, frozen, cooler prepped
break open and serve
(how i miss my girls
away at camp, house too still)
i fill it with plans
flat tire, blue sky
my Saturday summer break
(till summer school ends)
goslings with goslings
we cycle through challenges
and beat the rain home
My Brother’s Bar waits
with a perfect patio
and Arnold Palmers
REI repairs
what’s left of my human faith
ride home: tires full
the creek overflows
not enough to stop my girl
(daredevil like me)
now, patio time
lighter rain than what we’ve had
such is life, weather
my morning prayer call:
please end these flooding puddles
water can destroy
our house ruined thrice
our hope so oft washed away
ponds where there was lawn
but look at the view
the first-world rainy view
to make my request
after the drenched walk
to a surprise bonus check
to start my summer
it’s like He listened
by midday? pools and blue skies
walking can save souls
a wasted training
a waste of district dollars
a waste of my day
but at six-thirty
they shoveled mud off the path
giving me my ride
at least there’s a view
a day’s cycling release
to shed off the waste
a flooded river
can’t keep pedals from the path
when at last there’s sun
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
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
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
unadvertised grunt
standing, waiting, buses, crowds
in national parks
yes, the view is grand
if streams of tourists wait
rather than push, shove
green river bottom
whiny pine cone crunching walk
patience slowly comes
what will they recall
twenty years, many paths hence?
the waiting canyon?
or jubilant chants
away from home, friends, phones, games
(they make their own games)
it’s all a game, right
to see nature carve her art
humans: dumbfounded
with tear jerking news
the week is only half done
endings everywhere
i’d pray for results
or let blind faith lead the way
to next day’s surprise?
everything behind
these heart-wrenching decisions
twists inside my soul
letting go: an art
i haven’t mastered just yet
please show me the way
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