On Writing

Poem 212 – Tell me

Tell Me everywhere I lookthings I lovesounds of lifeslipping into my ears nestingthis extended arm of homean outdoor sanctuary dottedwith purple-lipped bloomslavender dries to perfectionbits of Paris bend into flower potsbook covers coffee mugssteaming with comfort the maple trees are fat greenheads – leaves luxuriating lengtheninglike covid hair uncut for monthsbeautifully disheveled in the distance… Continue reading Poem 212 – Tell me