forest ranger stops family
on their way to campground
she eyes each of them
something feels off
but no evidence
two days later
she greets homicide detective
nature
Poem #604
first drizzle of the season
clouds crowd the dark sky
accountant walks her neighborhood
enveloped in street lamp light
cold bites her skin pleasantly
she’s thinking of numbers
old man with cigar sits
on the edge of a red brick planter
the smell of the smoke lingers
“what kind of cigar is that?” she asks
“please don’t smoke, honey,” he responds
she takes the obtuse path around him
she frowns and goes home
her house is much too warm
Poem #582
one plant
5 leaves
and inconsistency
Poem #388
grass growing
toward the sky
I water it
it grows higher
Poem #345
business decisions
mixed with traffic and rain
way to feel like an adult
we never rest
Poem #317
glowing green grass
pale gray sky
cold from window
warm from behind
a perfect calm
Poem #298
the gardener lops off a flower
she cuts off another and another
until the plant is bare
then she puts down her snippers
and walks inside into the house
Poem #290
sleep for hours
then wake
like a flower
blooming daily
Poem #282
orange creamsicle sunrise
opposite lilac sky
over mauve mountains
Poem #279
crunching leaves on the sidewalk
we walk and we talk
spreading our fingers toward the sky
we swing and we sing