Sleepy Time 

A pile of spent tea bags, 

a loose leaf atlas of dreams, 

and sketches for the person 

you wish to wake into 

tomorrow morning.

[LSS, 3/7/21]

Pandemic Anniversary

One whole year processed 

through the collective gut 

of a colony of worms,

warm, velvety soil now 

containing the memory 

of all those dinner parties 

I threw every night 

when I tossed the kitchen scraps

onto the compost pile.

[LSS, 3/7/21]

Black Hole

I heard the news today that the world 

hadn’t ended when I closed up for winter.

The first grey whale came back in December, 

but I wasn’t looking out to sea then.

[LSS, 3/7/21]

Some Questions about Kites

Are you tethered to your kite 

by a heavy string?

Are you that bird flying freely 

on long, narrow wings?

Have you written a bad check 

I shouldn’t bother to cash?

[LSS, 3/7/21]