Be the kite. Not the string, nor the tail. Be the glorious brightly colored dragon,

Sheltering in place alone in my little home, time spent on the phone becomes a

Waking in the river of night. Heart in throat, cast adrift. Solitary, save for the

A harmony of crickets sing on this night of the corn moon, while the silken

She said she heard the sound of hoof beats thundering on a sandy shore, waves rolling in the background, their

Ten years have come and gone since we last spoke. Marriages and births alike have

You did your best from the outset. Like the noblest of Girl Scouts, you scoured

All night the wind chased through the trees, shaking the branches, loosening leaves and I