local flood warnings

post-Kerr County

probably perk up

more than a few heads

creating a new junk journal,

she cuts cardstock, sprinkles glitter

waits for the glue to dry on her fingers

slowly, peels away the layers

in the quiet hours, before the others awake,

she tends to greenery, commits a few dreams to paper

deadheads the dahlias, the geraniums, the begonias

unloads the dryer, makes the bed, eats a slice of buttered toast

and marvels at what one can accomplish in just a sliver of time

using husband’s conditioner, I shave my legs in the shower

out of moisturizer, I apply his sunscreen to my nakedness

seems I have nothing to offer him in return but my smile

condensation clouds our fairway view

bamboo curtains jangle in the summer breeze

my solitary morning readings & writings

morning slides into afternoon

dusk soon puts in an appearance

nightfall, then, is upon us

stars and moon, a glimpse of Venus

& before too long,

dawn heralds, once again, another day

burnt toast, charred bits of breakfast

sunrise reveals dusty, streaky windows

aging bodies moving morning-slow

husband snaps a few photos

while I help thread her sewing machine —

I’m grateful for his thoughtfulness

Mom’s exhausted when we leave,

worn out from our visit —

she tires so easily these days

the cancer, having its way

with her nearly 90-year-old body,

depletes what little remains of her energy

but not quite yet her resolve

at least, not for now

but we’re well aware, that too,

is also coming

two deer silhouetted

against the still waters of the lake,

quietly lapping a pebbled beach,

not yet disturbed by the human intrusion

that will surely come later in the day

as the rising sun peers down

at the thrum of the world

dew points in the miserable zone

windows plastered with condensation

another stay-indoors kind of day