for all winter’s slaps
to faces and bites to skin
tree bending bird bullying
and beastly cold
for one heavy foot firm
on the neck of nature
and the other blocking
our coming and going
for all that
spring apologizes
with a warm smile
and holding a daffodil
for how else
will she get
those downcast eyes
to lift again?
was it your mouth curl and glistening eye or that dust free dimple with the nose crimp or the way your voice tickled the rims of my ears? friendships seem to sprout from the strangest places and the b
do you canine-handicapped really understand dog-kids? how pretty or handsome they look after a bath and clip and a blue-ribbon poop on our morning walk how charming each time a paw begs for food or pe
aren’t we driven by our strongest imperative - need? and don’t our wants feel more like the occasional vacation? and isn’t silence the station stop where we can pick up a snack fill up the car and get