We met in the barn.
She smiled in recognition.
"A mother, like me!"
Sheep in pen-1
She interrupted
My work-from-home loneliness
With a bright promise
Yellow Finch
I love when artists
Work in the absurdity
Of ordinary
Think of loneliness
As a temporary stop--
Like a beach motel
Motel Window, Old Orchard
Sacred ritual:
A three o'clock poker game
In the freezing air
Her owner hand knit
Puffy's little cardigan
For autumn sojourns
Puffy
Saturday morning
Sunlight nudges me awake
And laundry beckons Light Housekeeping
