he didn’t want to
(more rejection in my life)
still, he packed his bag
he doesn’t smile
it’s hard to tell what he wants
but it could be worse
and here’s our sunset
framed by glorious aspens,
soft breezes of love
Camping Trip Number Four
summer
Almost a Meal
garden donations:
(nice to have gardening friends
who offer seeds, plants)
Ode to Toaster Oven
why yes, i bake things
(zucchini things in summer)
feels like Hell’s Kitchen
my oven burned me
burned us all with its heat spread
well, not anymore
that’s right, baby:
a 9×13 glass dish,
two 8-inch cake pans
this Breville will hold
a 12-inch cast iron pan
without burning us
worth every penny
(it’s not even Christmas yet)
boy am i ready
Trapped (Not Trapped)
sometimes i think: Hell.
twenty days of solid heat.
(Denver in summer)
and then i recall
our glorious altitude
and misty mornings
i will swim for views
only captured here at home
(Denver forever)
Friday Night Lights (x2)
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
Sky Rat
if only these were clouds
not fucking with my haiku syllable count
but actually pouring down rain instead of smoke
if only we didn’t have cactus along the Front Range
to remind us of
how harshly we’ve parched this Earth
how we’ve stolen the sky with fires
how these are not clouds trying to hide
the ever-present sun
Fire and Ice
water still as ice
while wildfires choke sky
with climate change breath
August Coronatine Accomplishments
oldest in college
(concurrent enrollment win)
(can remove spiders)
youngest wants hair cut
just in time for her birthday
my new career–ha!)
Too Hot to Believe
only this sunrise
shaped by feared wildfires
could make these strange scenes
Zucchini Therapy (Bless You, Barbara Kingsolver)
Zoom meeting hell day
computers that will not work
need zucchini love
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