On the plot

She's been outside. A lot.

Apple seed

How easy it is to forget The apple, mostly eaten Martyred to the garbage Had seeds, sealed in By a thin carbon casing Encapsulated potential Procurement essential Take that core
Cherry

A Blackbird Burial

I found you on the pavement Hot, dry and ousted Amongst the litter Carefully I lifted you A watery, wormy, fishy bread mix You got your eyes open, blackbird

It's lonely at the top

The dusty,lovely rhetoric Of outdoor living Hacking, packing, hoeing, sowing Acknowledge the poignancy Of community The bonds of dirt, and what grows in it What comes of it?

Long Exposure

A vessel filled A cup of water Not a drop spilled Your only daughter Dip a toe in See if its; warm enough To go in I don't know yet If the seed I'm sowing Will continue growing

What say you (of progeny)

What say you Of the musical chairs moment When the music stops And the mad scramble For seating ensues One less seat Each Turn What say you of the occassional

Quiet movement

Sure, certain, progressive Like the worm. Underground Until the sound of drumming rain Brings her to surface Otherwise. Carefully digesting that In her wake Leaving a cast as a namesake

Hello, goodbye.

A talkative feline I'm sorry the car came so carelessly down this street Perhaps a 'morning after the night before' driving An impact too severe to mend