Poetry
In Half Morning Light as I Begin my Life
With kinds eyes…
Published in
Apr 5, 2024
It’s not the first time
it’s happened,
but birds returning
make me gather speed.
Out the door,
Mary Oliver’s
Poetry Handbook
in hand.
A fly pokes at my face,
warning of his family’s
return
like the perennial
rhubarb
but different and
wholly inconsiderate.
Sweet Potato uses the
sidewalk,
smiling beside
Sabado,
her expanding puppy
who was born in winter.
Sabado runs from
hands
slithers to shade
where he sees his mother
on her back, paws up
as if to say,
I give, I give, now please
massage
my stomach!
