obsidian woods
brambles, thorns, steely cold eyes
you will learn of fear

brown eyes, button nose
blue kerchief around your neck
you make Mommy smile

those sweet-copper curls
spindly legs splayed in the sun
each exhale a charm

Canada geese fly
happy honking overhead.
who those fools down there?

I ride the wild wind
heart aiming for fire and light
don’t extinguish me

*With apologies to Walt Whitman

Cone-headed puppy
recently neutered. Is that
for him or for me?