one foot
in front of the other
no destination
born again…
the old water pump
now a planter
even in this heat
you find a way to flower
abelia
in my shadow
I find traces of
the dad bod
so happy
to hear from you again
cicada
cooling myself
in the sound of
a sprinkler
playing peekaboo
before bed
full moon
As always, thank you for reading.