only in his eyes
can i pretend it’s ok
because it’s just not
Genuinely Trustworthy
only in his eyes
can i pretend it’s ok
because it’s just not
poetry
Ballots, Not Bullets
all the hope i have
rests in this fateful ballot
(can hope win the vote?)
BeauJo No Go
the blizzard blew in
and our weekend flew away
(reality bites)
With My Sister
cross country skiing
is a different kind of thrill
(views are still perfect)
Blue for my Blues
even cats can hope
because Bernie will bring it
(all we have right now)
Always Warm
my spoiled puppy
sleeps next to me in bed
(has his own pillow)
Mid Fear
second one driving
(more reluctant than the first)
we’ll see how this goes
Perfectly Cracked, Perfectly Hopeful
i walk my puppy,
fight weekend grocery store crowds,
and bake a cheesecake
before 10 a.m.,
i cook raspberry compote
and finish laundry
by noon, i’m ready
to begin this Sunday cleanse
and climb out of here
the city beckons
(no, no—the world beckons
for another chance)
our democracy
and the fate of our future
rest with how we vote
(even though it’s cracked,
my daughter’s birthday cheesecake
is one of many)
let this election
be one of many chances
to give us all hope
Pack Up the Car
a bluebird ski day
will forever be worth it
(Colorado love)
Will You Make Me a Valentine?
a Valentine game
with two of the four children
this magic cabin
(no romance tonight.
just a son he let me have.
love is beautiful.)
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