eighteen long months late,
we celebrate our friendship
of thirty short years
she survived COVID
now, we're both vaccinated
to celebrate love
what a perfect place
green grounds, infinity pool
for endless friendship
Long Months, Short Years
love
Fuzzy Blooms
thank you for the “no.”
as phallic as this lupine
(allium ignored)
i will learn from this
(things i tell myself at night)
and grow a sagebrush
it will bloom purple
(you can’t see my true color)
and you can’t taste it
yet, here it blossoms
as beautiful as the home
you constantly loathe
i know. i know. i…
you don’t see what i see. stop.
but god. how it hurts.
Relish Them
these rare teen moments
everyone together; joy
minus jobs, school, stress
Flatiron Fresh
summer days beckon
drinks on rooftop patios
(mocktails for the kids)
the cold creek calls us
with shade, icy refreshment
from the sun’s harsh heat
and these cousins bond
under summer vacation
(our home is their heart)
Seasonal Love
the best time of year
is strawberry-rhubarb pie
(yes, it's a season)
baked by my daughter
the sweet and sour combo
shines as bright as spring
Halfway There
my perfect symbol:
trying so hard for peaches
even while dying
Pandemic Prom
there's no heartbreak here
just my girl, eighteen years old,
ready to face them
sneakers underneath
(pandemic proms are outdoors,
under tents, in grass)
she's taller, braver.
in her silver floor-length gown,
she masters the night
and aren't we a crowd?
this master-mix of humans,
standing on these rocks?
unsinkable us
right below the Molly Brown
(ready to swim. Win.)
Yellow (Not a Coldplay Song)
self-portrait art show
for my two youngest daughters
sunflower, glass shine
Bluebird Birthday
a birthday ski day
followed by badminton, cake
and these perfect blooms
And Kahlo in the Background
my sunflower girl,
her modernist self-portrait
so true to her soul
