i was thinking about work today
and how i can't make change happen
for a teenager...
or for anyone,
i can count on some changes, though.
begins with melt.
snowmelt in the fields all week long,
sunshine most days
but not today.
this is a time i love.
are both favorite months.
i've been visiting caliban press
a new grammar
i know what that is now
(at least, i know it when i'm there)
i'm taking a risk with a poem and
and a weft-faced shifu piece
that looks remarkably like
the landscape right now
and colors muted and
glorious and messy
but that old sunset
sneaks through grandmothermaple's