our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love
For Me?
our symbolic cat
sitting by his empty plate
waiting for his love
truth
And Tears
trapped behind two masks,
we’re at the pandemic’s will:
all screens. no faces.
Puzzlegate
snow arrived today.
soft, slippery, it snuck in
and brought back this piece:
in the purple night
on our perfect patio
completion beckons.
Biked
a small redemption
when the pieces fit in place
so rarely perfect
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
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