eyes on the horizon —
everyone's mom slipping snacks
into the duffles

I'm my mother's heart
as my boy is mine
walking ahead of me

your steady breathing
turns out to be what I miss —
spring travel at night

we still have it, Dad
(the coasterboard you built us
when we bought our house)

so many bunnies
racing in the yard today —
Earth as copy machine

twin fawns in high grass —
only their playfulness
reveals them to us

putting back in
the parts I'd left out —
pride month practicing

seeking excuses
to spend time in the sun
or quote my father

a deer standing still
in the middle of the road —
the night slows way down