poetry – Page 22 – The Poet Projects

Circadian

I add burs like integers . . .

Clementine rinds pile on the counter in front of the now cool coffee pot, dishes dry to the left of the sink . . .

Make sure to pick the right soil when germinating seeds.

A look at how I wrote the poem “Reflection”

Dad bought cars with rust and Bondo repairs and once a downright hole in a Honda hatchback where a bird nested.

Reflection trots beside us . . .

There are so many things I want to teach my children, even more that I need to learn myself.

Although hate has the power to destroy, we can always choose joy instead. I choose joy.

I wrote this poem thirteen years ago after our dog Waldo was first diagnosed with cancer. He passed in early February 2012.

Time tossed in a well is just as good as time spent well.