

the cherry blossoms loom above us in a pink cloud–
they rain on the grass and the roads, and we walk upon the blushing petals, bruising them with our weight,
as the pup wears one on her wet nose



the cherry blossoms loom above us in a pink cloud–
they rain on the grass and the roads, and we walk upon the blushing petals, bruising them with our weight,
as the pup wears one on her wet nose


it’s always spring when you visit,
tucked just beneath that tender petal


bridges and boats
waving people on the Titanic
ancestors on long journeys
mothers holding babies
babies growing into teenagers
teenagers driving in cars
car shows in Ohio
corn stalks bending in the wind
shelling peas on porches
waving from a pontoon
a calm river in the evening light
bridges and boats

it was your quiet determination,
more than anything,
than stood in contrast to my indifference

i would like to be–
a random Tuesday in April
the thorns on growing vines
a defiant and beautiful weed
the moment before a whisper
a poem on the dog-eared page
the cold river current

she treads water in the wake

after waiting for months,
it seemed like spring came upon us overnight


“She suffered years of domestic abuse and then one day in her 60’s decided to walk the entire Appalachian Trail.”
“If you have any icing left over, you did it wrong.”
“These things come in threes.”
“They had so little, but gave us so much.”
“It always snows in April.”

when i dream of trees,
it’s a good dream

where do lost memories live?