Yeah- why not? If NPR cares, why shouldn't I?
Violets devour the lawn, tiny ants climb walls
to an open kitchen window for careless crumbs.
If this isn’t spring it should be.
Let them be for a while.
Butter Pecan ice cream from a local farm.
A picnic in Sabino Canyon
remembered. Letters
tied with red ribbon in a cedar chest.
Each word on my tongue.
Rather than gather characters for a story,
I’m taking long-on-the-page poems,
rendering them to a sudden spontaneous photograph.
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