January 20, 2017

her linsensuppe
my hands remember how
if I don’t stop to think

January 19, 2017

hillsides of people
waiting for their fireworks
how slow the sun is!

January 18, 2017

dependable rain
count on us to come inside
talking about it

January 17, 2017

we traded rings
a first step towards becoming
everything we feared

January 16, 2017

morning sun
climbing the hill’s far side
birds sing us the news

January 15, 2017

there are bells ringing
in my memory of her
was it a Sunday?

January 14, 2017

feet not fast enough
to get the kite flying
first love in tatters