the spring-glad trees
have loosed their blossoms

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
the spring-glad trees
have loosed their blossoms
mother bun thinks it’s fun
to nest beneath the tool shed
drip drip drip drip (is that the raindrops or the sink or my nose?)
Read Morewhen i was a child
i wanted all the answers
thinking if i knew what was ahead
the waiting somehow surely would be easier
at the white house on the corner they’re having a tree cut down —
a perfectly good tree, by the looks of things, with pale green baby leaves bursting from the branches —
if i dream it long enough, often enough
will that make it real
this apparent dearest wish
of my subconscious soul?
in the park
the japanese magnolia is shedding
its petals
two syllables turn despair back to delight
Read Morewe planted the peas today
rolled their plump green bodies
into the black bacterial dust
gardeners call inoculant
and then tucked them one by one
under the soil
today the warmth returned
and the blond-haired boys were
running wild through beds
of brittle hydrangea
and barren rose canes
when the littlest
still unsteady on his feet
caught his teddybear bib on a thorn