things to write when
no one is looking
red poppies make me think of blood
they pop off the landscape like pinwheels
green is earth’s favorite color
i am in the mood for popcorn
this moment won’t last
i have been sitting here forever
the hawk that just flew over my head, he is the one,
the one i was supposed to be watching for
a blue chair in my garden is reflecting
white cottonwood falls like snow
today is the perfect temperature
i am surrounded by roses
they have thorns
their scent is cloying
they are beautiful
weeds taunt me and i ignore them
the woodpile directly before me is
the black walnut tree from my parents
when i was a kid we made
necklaces from horse chestnuts
i always cut my palm
boring holes through them with a knife
the necklaces lasted for a day
we spent the whole day before that
making them
silence is not golden it is purple
fireflies are faeries in disguise
i am 47
i would prefer
to be 39
my skin is so dry
i like a tree with gnarled branches
i like the word gnarled
this moment is for the birds
a chickadee
life
