from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)

from smoky skies to ice
all the devil’s handiwork
(Earth in humans’ grip)

garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)

sometimes i think: Hell.
twenty days of solid heat.
(Denver in summer)

and then i recall
our glorious altitude
and misty mornings

i will swim for views
only captured here at home
(Denver forever)

zucchini tonight:
soon to be my life story–
sweet stuffing, hard shell


ten minutes of rain
won’t wash away the fires
in mountains, in souls
water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath


only this sunrise
shaped by feared wildfires
could make these strange scenes




how couldn’t you love
living amongst these sunsets?
set by fire, love.


you’ll never see light
like these Friday night lights, love.
you’ll see handlebars.

we win with bike lanes.
with the illusion of truth.
with blue skies and heat.

Zoom meeting hell day
computers that will not work
need zucchini love


Zoom meetings drain me
but how sweet these tomatoes
and basil, with love
