perhaps the basil
perhaps the basil
dreams of summer all day long,
when sitting on the
windowsill, by the twin steam
pipes, waiting for barely spring
.
20260318:2006
y
perhaps the basil
dreams of summer all day long,
when sitting on the
windowsill, by the twin steam
pipes, waiting for barely spring
.
20260318:2006
y
a slice of sky on
the way home, an opening
in the confinement
of nine hours, tucked inside
four walls between city wedges
.
20260317:2105
y
t-minus four days
till spring, rain on our rooftops,
sushi on the mind
.
20260316:2129
y
sesame peanut
brittle, memories of home shaped
in a stranger’s hand
.
20260315:2142
y
gratitude to the
spirits inside our machines
that keep us linked to
one another, and when we
must say farewell, even more…
.
20260315:2123
y
the ratio of
whipped cream to pie depends on
which gets eaten first
.
20250314:1238
y
first sign of spring, at
the top of our to-do list:
check for bamboo shoots
before the neighbors do, or those
who’ve listed it as second
.
20260313:1826
y
nearly spring bouquet,
sitting by the windowsill,
waiting for more light
.
20260312:2007
y
sundown to midnight,
waiting for a snack encounter,
night market puppy
.
20260311:2045
y
timing is nearly
everything –
on some occasions,
joy comes out
to greet you
.
20260310:2001
y