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





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





all i need today:
my cooperative puppy
who just bit me once

because of the bone
i bribed him to sit still
he is now a Jedi

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)

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)


instructions, really?
i’ll pour it into a pan
and hope for the best

zucchini: the best.
it will make anything work
(yes, like my husband)

can you imagine?
finding this at age nineteen?
this gem of a love?


why, yes, that’s a bloom
after a summer snowstorm
they both still love me

always find water.
brings relief to a hot hike
or just a hot day.





what’s more beautiful—
this red, water-begging dawn
or my daughter’s grin?


each touched by showers
so desperate to soothe our souls
from this hellfire
