
Bitter-scented tomato vines
rub elbows with zucchinis
behind fireworks of kale. Continue reading

Bitter-scented tomato vines
rub elbows with zucchinis
behind fireworks of kale. Continue reading

Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams fade
Life is a silent symphony
That cannot be played.
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The world hums with voices
as the warm days fly by,
people in pain
virus numbers climbing
exhausted frontline workers
and protestors in peril.
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All colors
should be free
to be,
to be as covered in glory
or as mired in earth
as needed,
or to stretch between the two,
bowing faces to roots or
lifting shining faces
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Every child dreams,
creates art,
writes poetry,
sings songs.
Why do most stop? Continue reading

As the cardinal calls
pretty, pretty, pretty,
apple blossoms
quiver like
cabbage butterflies
in lilac-scented sunshine. Continue reading

I miss shaking a newspaper,
folding it closed, washing
black ink from my fingers,
feeling accomplished before
moving on with my day.
Instead, I hopscotch a crazy-quilt —
CNN. BBC. MSNBC. Fox. Round
and round, site to site and back,
never washing the stain
of sad news from my heart. Continue reading

All the flowers, poems
cards, and teddy bears
left on sidewalks
after someone died
somehow
don’t fill
the painful void
where a person
we loved
once lived.
Only progress
toward justice
can ease the pain.
A little.
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A world
afire with color
and rage
against those
who don’t see
color
as beautiful
as precious
as connected
to all of us.
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On the edge of a knife,
words sustain my life,
address
my stress
and lessen household strife.
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time to bloom
when the sunshine calls,
let loose
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