Let Them Grow

two lone trees, seed-grown
sprouted from the last wet spring 
we might ever know

More Plants, Please

what he hates the most
is just what i love the most 
marriage: compromise

there's a hollowness
in these hallways i know well
(yet know not at all)

i have lost my words
in a flurry of failures
swirling, not snow.

you will never see
the pain behind this smile
never see it. please.

my newly groomed pup
with his new shovel squeak toy
my baby’s so cute

trying to win grins
(dinner, Hamilton tickets)
to fight her sorrow

two days after snow
it’s like it never happened 
(wish life were this way)

the handwriting curse:
ten thousand miles, no school.
what can they learn next?

i didn’t want to
but you made me find beauty
beauty in the snow