the girl’s cries sounded like:
(a) the shrieks of children on a playground.
(b) the shrieks of children being torn from their mothers.
To learn you must be open, diligent, and willing to be an individual.
11,000 murres with webbed feet land also without any fear of predators.
But still, on the page grow spotted mushrooms and morels.
maybe, and maybe being blinded
by the beauty of a tenth grader
was proof that, for a little while,
we were safe from the teeth
that keep chewing up the world.
I’d like to commend
All components must be in order,
or it’s an ulcer here, a bladder infection
there, a baked-out parking lot,
fizzing in trampled-over, chastened hairlines.
two people leave a shopping mall
with goods, death squad hovering high
a streetlamp
Call your mother, stay up late
were getting drowsy. You know
how sometimes you see something
but just can’t believe it—like a squirrel
bobbling a biscuit on your kitchen counter
or a cricket creeping the red feathers
of your mother’s Sunday hat?
For what fewer who wore
Be called this wooer
More who are the ones
In horror to light will strew
then sue for war
april is a dog's dream
the soft grass is growing
the sweet breeze is blowing
the air all full of singing feels just right
so no excuses now
we're going to the park
to chase and charge and chew
and I will make you see
what spring is all about
May we always cherish our ancestors as we prepare for the days ahead.
May we remember that we exist because of their prayers and their faith.