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

a slice of sky on

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

t-minus four days 
till spring, rain on our rooftops, 
sushi on the mind
.
20260316:2129
y

sesame peanut

sesame peanut 
brittle, memories of home shaped 
in a stranger’s hand
.
20260315:2142
y

gratitude to the

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

the ratio of 
whipped cream to pie depends on 
which gets eaten first
.
20250314:1238
y

first sign of spring, at

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,

nearly spring bouquet, 
sitting by the windowsill, 
waiting for more light
.
20260312:2007
y

sundown to midnight,

sundown to midnight, 
waiting for a snack encounter, 
night market puppy
.
20260311:2045
y

timing is nearly

timing is nearly 
everything – 
on some occasions, 
joy comes out 
to greet you 
.
20260310:2001
y