Tuesday
It was 112 degrees
As we sped through the valley
Calculating every minute
Before visiting hours were over
It was 112 degrees
As we sped through the valley
Calculating every minute
Before visiting hours were over
To curl my tongue
Around your name
Encrypt
My minds script
Saying I meditate
Is like
Saying I exercise
Begs questions
What form
How often
What does it bring
I don't usually
Blurt out my story
As I sort
Plastic macro
Charismatic fauna
Into plastic bins
But when I saw your
Pearlescent fingernail polish
I knew I was safe
What do I need
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
Marvel
A triptych of threes
Balance between a cluster of four
Ankh
Lone dragonfly,
Tiny glass mystery
Maybe a bird singing.
Healing hands
Helping hands
Hands writing