Write your story
for words are
perfect petals
that bring color
to the world.
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Write your story
for words are
perfect petals
that bring color
to the world.
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yellow manes,
faces tilted toward the sun
ROAR of color
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I won’t focus on shadows.
I won’t hide my head.
I’ll open to the sun
like the tiny phlox
that blooms,
even on cold days, Continue reading
hope is scented like
green tomatoes on the vine,
bitter and earthy
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this green world
teems with bees, toads, and slugs,
we’re never alone
even silence seems happy
when a swallowtail visits
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Bitter-scented tomato vines
rub elbows with zucchinis
behind fireworks of kale. Continue reading
June came late,
after May rains slanted,
and gardens were planted. Continue reading
Seeing the same four walls
in this endless
pandemic confinement,
but imagining far fields,
wildflowers bobbing,
waterfalls singing, Continue reading
When the anesthesia mask is tightened,
I won’t think of scalpels.
No, sir.
I’ll remember the way wildflowers dance,
humming with honeybees.
Yes, ma’am. Continue reading
daydreams of flying,
white wings, soaring, gliding
on every breeze Continue reading
As leaves drop
and flowers fade,
summer lingers in
memories made.
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Looking long
at another’s days —
so different,
and free.
But is the other
discontented —
looking with longing
at me?
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