Tagged: death

we wait all day for

we wait all day for
something to happen – in the
microcosm of

our backyard – life, death, and the
great escape, if only for now
.
20220517:1724
y

in the end, we will

in the end, we will
have spent more time staring up
through the raised arms of

our fig tree than down at those whose
humanity is being erased
.
20220310:2106
y

in the hushed pockets

in the hushed pockets
behind the front teeth, the taste of
salt when the tears still

come after twelve years, looking
up at the five-day-old moon
.
20220205:2315
y

apologies to

apologies to
the silent snail living in
our perilla plant

stamped to death by a white-tailed buck,
startled by a light in the house
.
20210822:1926
y

across the distance

across the distance
of countless shores, feelings get
clogged up, polluted

by proximate priorities –
we wait to be pulled closer
.
20210821:1422
y

we will gather at

we will gather at
least seven times to pay our
respects, say goodbye –

for both the dead and the living,
loss takes longer to sink in
.
20210819:1747
y

perhaps after one

perhaps after one
too many seasons of sweeping
away the fallen

hibiscus syriacus
blossoms, we got tired of death
.
20210816:1144
y

for a number of

for a number of
days, weeks, months, or even years,
there will be humming-

birds in the backyard searching
for the lost rose of sharon
.
20210815:1736
y

all at once, you are

all at once, you are
everywhere – in the butterfly
visiting the west

side, the dragonfly passing
through the garden this morning
.
20210814:1909
y

i am grandmother-

i am grandmother-
less, a feeling that carries
privilege at the point

of distinction, a state of
being struggling to be spoiled
.
20210811:0510
y