these fleeting moments
shared with a stencil of love
between my daughters

these fleeting moments
shared with a stencil of love
between my daughters

working for love
(sometimes it doesn’t pay back)
but we always try





some glow before snow
our weekend wrapped in moments
without argument



sunset petroglyph
lighting up our last night here
with teens who smile




possibilities
rest in moments we strive for,
moments we drive for

September travel?
we can learn geology
and visit arches


we can buy peaches
from the orchards where they’re grown
relishing their juice

yet COVID follows
with at-capacity parks,
a shut-down ghost town


my motto follows:
be prepared. pack sushi, fruit.
drive towards the sunset.



find the world’s curves
where the sky clears away smoke
and we can just. breathe.

they are my world
even if they hate me now
(these teen years will pass)

my paper artist
finished her first high school art
with paper and paint



the garden goes on
far into September nights
when i make salsa


and another quiche
made by my girl while canning
consumed my evening

a boy of few words
so happy for a costume
(his childhood lost)

