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.
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.
Did Mozart know he was writing
music that will make you smarter?
I do not always have the right thing to say
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.
A skinny, pony-legged thing
in canvas shoes and pig-tails,
she skips into the yard, then runs
to jump, jump, and skyward wave.
The red-roofed cabin we can see from our windows across the valley. Sometimes there are mule deer in their yard. One time we saw a big mamma black bear and cub sniff the whole perimeter of the cabin. There’s a fence that the deer easily jump over.