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Easing in, Rooted Stillness as Single Working Parent

Made of Glass

Figurines of glass,
We are in a play called life.
Beautiful, brittle.

Sunglasses

A hot summer noon
Everything looks rose-tinted 
With my sunglasses

Original destination

Life — it’s sown in mud.
Later, tries to wash it off.
At last, returns there.

Uncomplicated recipe

New year’s old spirit — 
poured over sugar, mint, lime
muddled together

Love

A mother bird will
Catch a falling baby bird
The way a cat’ll do