I don't know
It will come to me
Just like the crows
They act as if
There's something
I need as I compost
Camelias
Pulling the sour yellow
Oxalis bursting
Next year's deep
Brown seed
Pods
Lemon verbena
Always exuberant, sassy
I hear my mom's voice
Only retired people
Spend their time
Pruning the
Geraniums
Tiny daddy-long-legs on
My knee, are you
Papa “Leg”-ba
Dad joke
He whispers
Don't give away the farm
Go slow
Little turtle
Go slower
Welcome the Tower
Clean slate
See the
Stars
