On Mother's Day we remember
A mother’s love
opened the world
to everything
new
Take my hand
she smiled
Let us cross together
And so it began
Sunday, May 10, 2020
Monday, May 4, 2020
The blind man gardens (another poem for the pandemic)
The blind man gardens
My father said, I believe
in trees
wildflowers blooming
in the shadow of the falling
fence
And these little yellow
blossoms
five tiny petals
opening each tender stem
A twiggy thing
green leafed
See
How many of them now
Count them for me
He said, Son,
they are my beloved
Mow around them as you go
Scentless prairie flowers
the ash of what
once blazed
Imagine the world
without us
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