nothing like my park
and isn’t that so perfect?
vines, dogs, shade, creeks, peace.
nothing like my path
and isn’t that so perfect?
sun, hills, curves, town, bike.
Road Trip 2020, Day Three
growing up
Road Trip 2020, Day Two
not what i dreamed of
for our family vacation;
pretty all the same
you wouldn’t believe
how fire Kentucky is
sunsets, family, all
Coronatine, Day Eighty-eight
this is our family
working through each glittered pic
and this quarantine
Coronatine, Day Eighty-five
hiking out hurts us
(to face the world’s anger
instead of these trees)
Coronatine, Day Eighty-three
the packing ordeal
of a backpacking journey
is so exhausting
for these quiet views
we walk into the forest
leaving all behind
(if only we could
forget the masks and all else
and escape this plague)
Coronatine, Day Sixty-eight (Passages)
she designed this house.
my baby girl, age thirteen.
(she loves her kitties).
she’s my crafty one.
my sweet entrepreneur.
my bright young woman.
and just like her cat
who gives unlimited love,
she will forgive me.
Coronatine, Day Sixty-six
paranoia wins
my midday motherhood run
(let’s hope she’s healthy)
for now, let us plant.
petunias, lupine, sweet blooms
springing for summer
Coronatine, Day Sixty-five
a quiet household
while the babies enjoy sun
(i worked to earn this)
my potatoes pop
in the first hot day of May
(we all love sunshine)
Coronatine, Day Sixty-five (Life Ain’t No Beach)
today we survived
a line that led to nowhere
(we’re safer at home)
Coronatine, Day Sixty-three (Teen Social Distancing)
together, apart:
this is how they live with me
sharing, not sharing
