the fierceness
of the calla lily
I wonder
when I might die
but we could use the rain….
portable radio, bike helmets
quilts & pillows: our basement nook
spring storm passes us by
sewing as sanctuary
periwinkle drops
lemon sprinkles
soft cotton dreams
Bashō comes to Washington
April cherry blossoms
haiku fundamentals
Book Spine Poetry: iii.
seattle mariners
stray wisps of gray
seeking refuge
from the confinement
of a tattered baseball cap
sunday attire
beaded pink purse
orange silk scarf
purple fishnet stockings
gray-haired madame
spring-inspired
a remembered summer evening with crazy friends & sometime lovers in 1989
daylight edges closer—
oh, but we do not wish
to abandon the night!
betrayed
their truth calls them out
I see it more and more each day
it saddens but informs me
validation
I am
but when I’m seen
it’s the sugar on top
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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