Leaf Cutter
This is a poem for my neighbor, whom I watch walk through his garden every day. He lives alone. He sets up sprinklers. He trims leaves.
Tributes
Dock Grade Road
If it weren’t for an old feud between the town
on the cliff and the town on the water
racing to get their berry crops to market,
this road would not have been built.
The Mozart Effect
Did Mozart know he was writing
music that will make you smarter?
Somewhere in My Body Are Two Flowers for the Same Person
I do not always have the right thing to say
Both Goal and Medicine
These days, I rarely recognize my body:
jeans two sizes smaller that still won’t
stay on hips, hair pulled back in
a once-in-a-decade ponytail.
Connecting Flights
A skinny, pony-legged thing
in canvas shoes and pig-tails,
she skips into the yard, then runs
to jump, jump, and skyward wave.