when a plant is happy there’s a bright green face that looks up at the sun Me? I smile at that sun too but more often in the direction of the one that shines inside me
Thanksgiving again
the time for bloated bellies
to test their flexibility
family and friends to gather
and serve up gratitude for
another year of each other
but saving the best for dessert
to
that sliver of untrimmed trees and bloated bushes splitting the Johnson and Mistretta yards it held a path generations of little feet had worn when I entered it one day my favorite tunnel of green and