(1)
spaghetti
stuck to the wall
my son’s laughter
(2)
not the way
I planned to say
our last goodbye
(3)
sitting and watching
the path of the butterfly
my son tries to catch
(4)
in the school courtyard
potted morning glories bloom
all but one
(5)
the old gate
tied shut
by vines
(6)
watching the medicine drip
another hour passes
by your bedside
(7)
escaping the heat
in the shade of a tree
a cicada cries
(8)
two o’clock
poking through the blinds
moonbeams
(9)
at my feet
I leave a feast
for ants
(10)
in the heavy rain
the absence of
expectation
(11)
summertime pay
transportation costs and
peaches
(12)
on my chest
the weight of
a sick child
(13)
in your song
I hear the heat of summer
cicada
(14)
it drops
the last grain of sand
another minute gone
As always, thank you for reading.