Hope, etc.
My daughter carefully placing a
winter carrot in her shoe.
Deciding 30% recurrence isn’t 70.
People in parks drawing in very small
notebooks.
The soft-spoken young woman
asking if she can zoom in to poetry
class next week as she’ll be in
Valencia at her sister’s.
The solitary lilac saffron crocus in the
neglected part of the garden – cutting
the three bloodred pistils, drying
them on the stove.
Checking out prices for a
membership at the athletics club for
after the operation, at sixty-three.
Still writing and reading poetry.
A hummingbird hawk-moth – couldn’t
believe it’s real at first – diligently
sucking nectar from all the verbena
flowers it can reach.
The single mum who choked up
when she read the last line of her
poem – it’s about her kids.
Selecting a new recipe the night
before and making a grocery list.
Watering the freshly planted seeds at
the end of the summer, when the
forecast said rain.