wintering docks

wait on dry land

eager to soak

bedridden, aching feet

spring cleanup—

items we couldn’t live without,

we’re about to live without

still-vibrant red tulips,

lovely heads bowing in the wind—

yet, not long for this world

planters await potting soil

and thrusted starters,

hand-sculpted with hope & love

burgeoning green buds

on the honey locust

frame a golfer’s errant swing

rhinestone cat eye glasses

— the Abyssinian model,

for a glamorous touch of chic

demolition in the infringing distance

land cleared for ugly manmade structures

at what price, people, at what price?

scissors, fabric & glue

cardstock, a little imagination

buttoned makeshift pocket

perfect for hidden treasure