my weak attempts
I know it’s time to stop
and keep watch for the small winter blooms.
Oatmeal for dinner
The cat sings with impatience
I rewrite that elevator speech again and again.
are 24 pounds
of goodness in my lap
How can I ignore her to write fibs?
with shallow roots
If we harvest them tonight
tomorrow there will be mish-mash for breakfast.
and what’s this
and why that and where
Leaving just one question: Is is bathtime yet?
around a fire
Somewhere right at this moment
an elephant weeps, for reasons we’ll never understand.