Eggs
Eggs for breakfast,omelets for lunch,eggs on salads,and boiled to munch.Eggs in the basketand eggs in the nest,but the chickens are tired.They’ve decided to rest.
“Your Baby’s First Year”
“Your Baby’s First Year,”and some cover artremind me–– it’s almost gone!And it breaks my heart.
Shade
Some trees outlive us.Some trees we outlive.And if everything stayed aliveto shade our perfect lives we would have to bethe very first to die.
Strong Hands
Your strong hands on the chainsaw,and your strong arms have a knackfor getting it done, although it’s not fun.Now I need strong hands for your back.
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-seven books checked out from the libraryand I can only read one at a time.But to the library I go, and I can’t say noto a book whose name calls to mine.
The Ice Storm
I had never seen ice like that.I had never seen branches so fatand so many limbs, falling to the ground,so many repetitions of that crack-and-shatter sound.So many trunks and wires and sticksall buried in snow, to add to the mix.
The Downtown Library
We went to the downtown library. It’s much bigger than the one down the street from our house, and likely thrice as fun. Four times as many stacks, and magazines in racks, and a space-age check-out scanner. I can’t wait … Continued
Out of Place and Time
A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Where do I put the bag of baby clothes I washed and folded and packed and labeled the day before we heard about their miscarriage? There is no place for that. … Continued