cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

cats and flowers rise
as soon as the sun is bright
to welcome rare rain

please, rain, end this drought
this plague of world crises
waiting at the door

these pink winter lines
like angel’s wings each morning
welcoming the day

no snow day for us
just the struggle through this path
that is this school year
my overwhelmed dog
forcing his love upon me
when i try to leave


an exhausting day
with my spirit-week “jersey”
and this fake smile

hidden by these masks
that have broken our world
like a rootless orchid

but this cat. this cat.
a soft purrfection presence
worth a real grin.

our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love

searching for pieces:
a tedious endeavor
solved best by box bed

Mama, a salad?
is that what i wanted?
you know me better

instead i’ll cuddle
as sweet as the day is long
keeping your night warm

like La Reina
finding comfort in each space
no matter size; sun


kitty loves jackets
Patagonia-repaired
perfectly pink warmth
