husband cooks up scrambled eggs
with gentle nudging, just the way I like them
I am one very kept woman

husband cooks up scrambled eggs
with gentle nudging, just the way I like them
I am one very kept woman

on arthritic knees,
grateful for cooling breezes,
she pulls the weedy grasses, easily—
leaves stubborn thistles
and oak tree nymphs
for spray nozzle’s lethal poisons
spiky loosestrife
gentle coneflower
peppery chive
sun-hungry clematis—
each one,
my purple garden mistress
seven inches of murk
flooded street & backyard
a deluge of rainwater
w/absolutely nowhere to go
an unrelenting rain
warm drops of nirvana
rivers and fields rejoice
the bombings in Iran—
ultimately, a good thing
or just the beginning
of unfolding reprisals?
safflower seeds scatter
wedge themselves between the cracks
my inarticulate mind
the longest day begins
thunder, rain & spears of light
from an angry, impatient sky
writer writes
poet poets
and every lover loves
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