today’s simple gift:
a colleague’s clock to time class
(every minute counts)
my return to him:
how to create hyperlinks
(every slide show counts)
why co-teaching wins:
ideas are best when shared
(every good one counts)
renewal
Spring Sprung Commute
driving’s for the birds
who’d love these pretty flowers
as they fly to work
Gladiolas
yet. the pink flowers
beautiful bargain for me
for the love he shares
Silver Streaks of Rain
with my old playlist
i fight an uphill battle
pedal into wind
your words lost on me
abandonment tastes bitter
as you once told me
silver streaks of rain
cross winds with old memories
i. never. give. up.
ten minutes to spare,
i make my destination.
(you are nowhere near)
my life without you:
la lengua extranjera
que no puedes ver
Back in the Saddle
back to riding bike
some scary moments by creek
(fear is in the mind)
what better Earth Day
than a late-night class commute
via bicycle?
Suddenly Sixteen
so long since i heard
the song that stole youth from me
suddenly sixteen
(how i wanted love
searched in all the wrong places
but looking, lost it
love is not in arms
whose words depend on lyrics
that he didn’t write)
yet, the song melts me
cooking dinner in the kitchen
i can’t even stir
face flustered, hot
not from the steaming pot
but steamy sixteen
the righteous brothers
know the right way to make me
suddenly sixteen
La Escuela de Verano
finally, a chance
spring breaks through with summer hope
work for road trip dream
Sunday Summary
blueberry waffles
begin a windy spring day
end of sleepovers
playground half empty
we watch cormorants build nests
wait for timeliness
it comes with patience
for people nothing like us
who make Rio grin
oldest gets her wish
while younger two learn to sew
with grandma’s guidance
kids’ clothes for one buck
the gift Goodwill offers me
shorts for all summer
medium rare steak
(vegetarian’s nightmare)
my chef-made dream meal
so ends my Sunday
sister talk moves toward kindness
summer dreams await
Cycling through the City
teary-eyed ending
to fifteen-mile bike ride
oh, but donut grin
we stopped at projects
perfect playground, tire swings
Africans playing
(my dream neighborhood:
kids play outside, not with screens
poverty beats us???)
my middle child
pedaling through our city
here: my home, my heart
Vacation’s End
back home, we play ball
wash and fold six laundry loads
shop, dye eggs, move on
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