nothing like my park
and isn’t that so perfect?
vines, dogs, shade, creeks, peace.
nothing like my path
and isn’t that so perfect?
sun, hills, curves, town, bike.
Road Trip 2020, Day Three
humanity
Road Trip 2020, Day Two
not what i dreamed of
for our family vacation;
pretty all the same
you wouldn’t believe
how fire Kentucky is
sunsets, family, all
Coronatine, Day Eighty-eight
this is our family
working through each glittered pic
and this quarantine
Coronatine, Day Eighty-seven (8 minutes, 46 seconds)
masked protesters
stand in vigilant silence
since Black Lives Matter
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 Eighty-one
peonies for peace
if only they could bring it
to brighten our lives
Coronatine, Day Eighty
victory garden:
popping peonies, pea blooms,
pretty potatoes
our first tomato,
reliable zucchini,
even cilantro
let’s toast us with food
as perfect as irises
that we grew ourselves
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