Small delights: flowering oregano and coneflower. Two ripe blueberries. Chickadees chatty in the bushes. The air still cool. Kimiko Hahn, Billy Collins, and Ross Gay in my head. Huck working out percentages in an absorbed murmur as he comes down the stairs. Bees in the lavender. Pens in the jar.
“I see a mermaid riding on a unicorn…”
If You Plant It, They Will Come
Oh, bees, I didn’t think I could love you more than I already do.
Our Backyard Gave Us a Going-Away Present
Rusty, but trying