Poems

“Days trickle like honey. Squirrels whiz and dig around drifts to find underground treasure.”

“my hair began against the odds, in discomfort under a glaring sun and with burning flesh”

“once we sifted sand for seashell treasure over rushing water and storm-frothed waves….”

“In an ultrasound tech’s office, I fold my arms like micro-origami. Maybe I can hide under this crepe paper sheet…”

“dandelion clock—the fragile dismantling one puff at a time”

“maple leaves curled into veined orange goblets holding dew cocktails”

We gaze, zone out, read.
Boxed dinners, cards, Ipod beats
Our lives intersect.

“this book, some bug spray, comfortable bench in the shade, worlds overlapping, new light reflecting…”