This is where we get her to talk
when she wants only to shut down...

Sunshine, see the moon
high, yellow and waning...

Let the storms buffet the trees,
just make cups of espresso...

I cook with a plain wooden spoon
that has faint colors...

You became my own child
though birthed from another man...

On moss covered shell
sea gulls peck crustaceans 'til...

There’s more humor in
perplexing situations...

No
one...

False Spring came this day
with all its attendant hopes...

Pre-dawn heading to the airport
the hidden sun casts a yellow haze...

Your travel selfies
depict awe inspiring sights...

Between realizing our dearest hope
or facing a disappointing outcome...