Sitting next to a cat
with the sun in my eyes
amidst flitting rainbows
O fleet afternoon.
In the back of a car
she returned to me
as we both watched
a flock of starlings
pouring wordlessly
across the crimson sky.
At my parents’ home
the trees are
now bare of snow
as two squirrels scamper
along the trunk
of the ancient oak.
My morning matcha
I drink from
a different bowl.