i’ll grasp this aspen
framed by its own starry night
when i need some peace
Naked and True
truth
Reach for It
an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile
hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid
but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.
Steamboat: Gains and Losses
i'll write a haiku
as easy as this damn day
filled with lines. and love.
you will never know
how hard i've tried to earn this.
you can taste the snow.
you can taste blue sky.
it comes in moments, this love.
moments found on slopes.
For Me?
our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love
And Tears
trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.
Puzzlegate
snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
(Im)permanence
this choice will break me no matter what i decide. so i should decide.
(Re)solution
ironic notice
as the words come flooding in
(yet i can’t stop them)
no. i had no plan.
no plan for any of this.
(nor a solution).
How Should I Live?
like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun
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