And Kahlo in the Background

my sunflower girl,
her modernist self-portrait 
so true to her soul

Yet, We Face It

snow showers plague spring
with their heartless reminder
of cold’s endless reach

recent immigrants 
cross the sea to wholly see
how corrupt we are

when April snow comes,
she draws perfect silhouettes 
before spreading soil

my girl’s accepted
into her dream universe 
filled with stardust, hope

snow trickles through trees
as winter holds fast to spring
emptying our park

despite a cold snap
brought by April treachery 
spring blooms bring beauty

perfect skyline view
from this lonely bleacher seat
(as cold as your words)

best friends since kinder
ready to graduate now
(how could they grow up?)

her last big event
for her high school gymnastics 
in a pandemic

no medals for her.
just bravery: a new sport
and some kind teammates