pink cherry blossoms against a blue and white sky — visibility

sun slowly slipping
blinding as I drive towards
the edge of the world

we send each other
photos of the night sky —
the place where we meet

showing through
my tracing paper heart —
the shape of the ache

when our son was nine
his favorite shirt was too big —
he grew into it

with a few quick steps
the fox puts us in our place —
we are merely guests

rain slows to a drip
so the cardinals start up again —
staking their claims

across the window
a ladybug's tiny steps —
who else is awake?

winter receding —
ice leaves behind a new crop
of field stones