Nearly nose-to-nose,
curious and skeptical.
Claws clarify things.

Small reptilian head
brainy enough to tuck in
when dogs come around

A snake sheds his skin
slides away, vulnerable
toward a brave fresh start

In the pick-up bed:
tool belt, sheet metal, butane,
a box of mangos.

Um, hello and wink
and who you calling cupcake?
I hope that it's me.

Almost too pretty
to believe: sun, water, shine.
Thank God it's Friday.

Minor surgery
still takes me back to that time
of this, everyday

So much space, waiting
for us to step in, fill up
join, touch, sing, belong

Everyday's earth day.
Earth tree water sky day. Right?
So. All is not lost.

Walking carefully
the tender psoas throbbing
one step at a time