don’t judge my cuisine;
I forage for what you leave,
and eat like a king.

we are the jigsaw,
reliant on each other
for our destiny.

image: James Jordan

cling to the doorway
while strangers pass, and you go
largely unnoticed.

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

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.