a boy of few words
so happy for a costume
(his childhood lost)
Nothing Dead about this Pool
poetry
Deck the Windows
reaching for sunrays
as all Coloradoans
(my tropical babe)
Give it to Me
we finally caved
and gave Seinfeld our money
we just need to laugh
Trapped in Technology
head down, overwhelmed:
it’s hard to make solutions
for his new world
Garden Every Moment
instructions, really?
i’ll pour it into a pan
and hope for the best
zucchini: the best.
it will make anything work
(yes, like my husband)
can you imagine?
finding this at age nineteen?
this gem of a love?
why, yes, that’s a bloom
after a summer snowstorm
they both still love me
Frosted, Ready
first zucchini bread
(waiting for winter like me)
the sweetest present
It’s True
true… at forty-two
i shouldn’t still have this hair.
but i do. i do.
On a Cold Thursday
my dog runs wild
nothing but joy in his heart
oh, to capture it
Sayonara, Mi Jardín
from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)
The Midnight Sky
after the sun sets
stars put on their midnight show
in dark sky country
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