ten minutes of rain
won’t wash away the fires
in mountains, in souls
ten minutes of rain
won’t wash away the fires
in mountains, in souls
water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath


oldest in college
(concurrent enrollment win)
(can remove spiders)


youngest wants hair cut
just in time for her birthday
my new career–ha!)


Zoom meetings drain me
but how sweet these tomatoes
and basil, with love

please shout, “On your left!”
while passing pedestrians
(also cyclists)

i know that you can.
don’t pass me as i pass peds
(don’t be an assbike)
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
school online again
i hate how we all suffer
with no leadership
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.

a path with a view
a waitress with attitude
a lake with my pup



a man saved my wheel
after a two-mile chase
’cause life’s a cycle


a small victory
using my hands to plant peas
as they fought spring snow

as they outgrew me
using my hands to pick peas
during quarantine


they made two harvests
using my hands to shell peas
a small victory

