The blush of her wordsfills me until I’m emptybut for all these ghosts
I wrote a lifetimein words that outlived us both.We smiled every day.
the old freezer humsdishes piled high in the sinkI write a haiku…
Absent its desertThe finest oasis isJust another pond.
Guilt—feel it today.Usually, I’d say, don’t.You’d quickly comply.
the owl ho-ot,magical and mysterious,wise and dangerous.
Daring orange treelight rooted under kitsch tiles. January gifts suns!
Wisdom from sheep
So, you think they know?I don’t know, what do you think…