no tender mercy;
the angel who can’t see me
can’t be moved to care.

photo: kchbrown

Agnes Lucia,
7 pounds, 15 ounces,
born this past wednesday.

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we love homecomings
even more than we hated
to send you away.

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if you bleed me dry,
it’s just that you never learned
to fend for yourself.

photo: Sarcasmo

though I pine for her,
I know she’s an evergreen,
a cold weather tree.

photo: jordan meeter

I’m not what you think;
I’m smart and stupid in ways
you might not expect.

photo: Today is a good day

to the bug I crushed:
it was nothing personal,
just a cruel reflex.

photo: the flat character

chirping crickets blend
with the honeysuckle breeze;
roll the windows down.

is identity
the height to which we aspire,
or the ground we tread?

carrying the torch:
a symbol of sportsmanship
or oppressive rule?

the leaning maple
appears to be faltering
even as it blooms.

*
Thanks to Shelley for kindly offering to exchange seed words. She sent “leaning” my way, and I burdened her with “rejuvenation” (and she made pretty good use of it). Oops, I actually burdened her with “regeneration” - she still did well with it.