September 18, 2017

tea shopping
we let the scents carry us
back to our grandmothers

September 17, 2017

so many bees
they may outnumber the blossoms
we try to count

September 16, 2017

mid-September drive
as dusk deepens to black,
more crickets than cars

September 15, 2017

late day sun
lending the grass its orange
my father takes his pulse

September 14, 2017

September 13, 2017

driving away
knowing I’ll feel that tug
our stories, entwined

September 12, 2017

cooler nights
we lavish our attention
on an indoor cricket