a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect
Biked
parenthood
Black Tuesday
a busted-lip morn
as i mourn this stage of life:
dry. unforgiving.
My Mythili
one day at a time
I’ll win back my little one
(no longer little)
Holding On
a soft Saturday
to soften life’s hard edges
with kindness and calm
Sludge
my life in a meal:
always trying for the pic
always missing it
(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).
It’s Been a Year…
and the wheels still spin
and we try and wish and blow
and hope for a change
Childrearing Forwarding
parenting problems
don’t end when the kids grow up
(they can still break you)
Colorado Born and Bred
Berthoud Pass driving
sisters learn two years apart
same day, different face
Downhill for the Uphill
2020 ends
in the same way it began
(with downhill skiing)
2020 ends
nearly every way different
than a year ago
2020 brings
a balance of sorrow, joy
hidden behind masks
2020 ends
with screens controlling our lives
(searching for meaning)
2021
with its 5-syllable self
will bring us new hope
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