the sky is so big in this place
it can fill the space between father and son
the land is a firmament under it
highways in straight lines
connect dots
stars on the landscape
we come from a place
where the lines on the land are not straight
where the map doesn’t always tell us
how to get there and the sky is much […]
this morning is for sitting in a white lawn chair
carefully placed in the Spring green back yard
for reading a book and drinking coffee
it’s the day for watching
sun creatures behind closed eyes
chase each other to […]
wearing tones of pink geometrical green
and her white Sunday-morning hat
she slows to a stop
in front of the flowerbed
this lady who looks like a gladiola
escaped from some other yard
wanting to take root
grace my garden with her delicateness
I am honoured
until I […]
