Brown lawn bags soldiered at attention
await their inevitable
transport to their resting place
far from comforts of home
discarded quickly
opening space
for spring shoots
blooming
new
"Well, hello, Little Lady," Spring announces
with the tip of a hat,
"did ya notice me?"
Well, yes, it's warmer than usual,
so I felt it
Didn't see it until the scent caught me,
a lasso pulled taut,
making me back-step a few paces
until yes,
I noticed
Already?
I knew they were coming,
but already?
Dermatophyllum secundiflorum
Rich purple bloom clusters
hang like oversized
Christmas ornaments on short,
shrubby trees
Inhaling her sweet scent isn't necessary
she's everywhere
even if you aren't standing near her
Texas mountain laurel
she's like lilac,
but instead of dainty heels,
she wears boots
with spurs
she's like lilac,
but with attitude
don't mess with her
like ya don't mess with Texas
Don't underestimate her strength
underneath all her beauty
she snaps spring to attention
drawing honeybees
into her presence
her signature scent
announcing
Here I am!
Waited in line an hour and a half
small talk about
middle schoolers
bubbly volleyball girls
giggle over who knows what
on their phones
slipping out of their slides
into their court shoes
more chats
about precincts
changes
gasping "oh no!"
as a voter is led
to a QR code
which reveals
where her vote
will count
"all that time in line..."
an attendant
reminds everyone to make
sure they're
in the right
place
"stand behind the blue line, please"
almost there
"three more people"
and another set of lines
"should've voted early
but it always sneaks up on me
then I wind up
voting on
election day"
I.D. is ready
verbally confirm the address
"paper"
and the printer needs a refill
one ballot is printed
for curbside
mine is next
until it isn't
printer insists it's out of paper
when it's clearly full
I want to kick it
the next printout
*fingers crossed*
is mine
bubble in, like in school
just don't get a detention
"I only went to the principal's office once
do you know why?"
I keep bubbling
"I wrote love letters to my French teacher!"
another line?
not for me
paper ballot is a fast pass
to the feeder
grab my sticker
"thank you"
I Voted
Observation tomorrow
poetry stations
but only three
there's this thing called
time
you see
it robs you
of every
good intention
and test prep
wrecks havoc
as it tornados
its way through
schedules
leaving intellectual
debris behind
poor kids grasp
for consistency
poor teachers,
exasperated,
know what works, yet
unable to get
it
all
done
and here I am
arguing with
imposter syndrome
struggling
to create an engaging
lesson
because the kids
are
done
Summer Moon Coffee's
1/4 Moon, hot
those jeans that go with
everything
and always fit
dress them up
dress them down
reliable
chilly air
between season
transitions
Babies,
all cuddly
and squishy
Childhood
no tantrums
no attitude
all fun
Teens
when they
have a good speak
with you day
Adult kids
stopping by
just because
contentment
enough ups
enough downs
to make appreciation
stick
It's 8:45 a.m.
7:45 for my body
as if getting rushed through
the weekend door
pushed through it
isn't enough
this time thing
had to happen
today
last night
my body lives in two
time zones
I get to wrestle with
for a week
even though we already
know which
one
wins
hello,
spring
where's the snooze button?
Where you look back
look forward
turn around
or press on?
50/50
right in the middle
red cherry Popsicle
split in half
on a hot summer day
an age proudly proclaimed
by a child
inching closer
to the next birthday
I'm ten and a half!
two quarters,
one for me,
one for you,
when one could
get you a full sized
candy bar
a marching band show
sandwiched
between two time clock
quarters
under Friday night lights
of a high school football game,
drum major
on the fifty yard line
telling the band what to do
a small town in Texas
where Mom pulls over
to let you drive
the rest of the way home
after running errands
because you don't yet have
a license
pit stops for stretching
cramped legs
letting the kids run around
four more hours until
we get to Grandma's
roads don't seem to end
in Texas
a mid-lifer
assuming one lives to 100
contemplating
what-iffing
if-only-ing
I should-ve...
Stop!
you're did what you
knew best to do
Halfway
the sweet-spot
of living
Sunday morning
communing
with pen and notebook
three pages,
one is done
she bounds downstairs
only in the way
a teenage girl
can bound
bending down
loving on the puppy
resting at my feet
like a puppy
switches her brain switches
in an instant
"Okay, hear me out,
just hear me out"
I don't know what's
coming
a feral cat hiss with
a puff of fire breathing
dragon
flames?
she continues her
philosophical and
theological
conversation
asking questions
confirming views
questioning others
"I feel closer to God...
(or is it GOD or god?)
now that I've distanced
myself
I mean,
how can someone commit
to something so
important and
life changing when
they're so young?
this is a big thing,
more important than
college
or
marriage
and we have to make this kind
of decision
when we're
young?
She steps back,
surprised I didn't
jump in
"I'm cooking!
I'M COOKING!"
Yes, yes you are
keep at it, feisty one
keep at it