Spaniards, of course, lead
talking through the lispy night
keep me from writing
poetry
Bipolar Weather
yesterday a run
in a cami under sun
today’s dawn… sun gone?
crazy cat attack
wishing winter would come back
two feet deep… too steep?
cookies baked, cake made
springtime sun pushes through shade
drive scraped clean… spring mean?
shifting weather here
spring teases, but winter’s near
snow spring… children sing.
The Gut Tells All
my colleague had
Teacher Tequila Tuesday.
i ran three miles, carpooled kids,
cooked vegan chili and cornbread,
gathered girls from play date,
showered, did our taxes,
spoke in Spanish por teléfono,
and never slurred a word.
he may be Mr. Popularity.
but i win this Tuesday.
Trapped
the parent’s dilemma:
restrict further to protect
or cause more sneaking?
Spring Blues
snow carries in spring
between white petals and flakes
baby blue returns
they’re slightly off tune
surrounded by perfection
like flowers blooming
not quite ready yet
for the season to push through
bursting in the sun
but they’re mine, all mine
smiles and chases and love
bursting through the blue
Presenting…
strangely beautiful
test schedule, extra plan time
caught up just this once
late winter snow falls
reminding us spring still waits
to come into bloom
small Thursday presents
give presence to renewed need
to win tomorrow
Have You Met One?
open arms and love
offered me by immigrants
whom you would deport
Butterflies
a sound of thunder
beats down truer every day
good lord save us all
Bite Size
morning chore cheer-up:
all summer clothes on clearance,
kids ride penny horse
turtle view walk
(kids swim free in Denver’s dream)
then neighborhood grill
tinker toy swing joy
with a dose of dream house night:
Saturday served up
All the Way from Spain
Cartagena dream
brought to me by bicycle,
fate, and Friday luck
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