Day 385 Day Interrupted
with yucky plugged sink
A journey into the cloud…
with yucky plugged sink
the things we carry in the shadows
a memory…
a little line
a rock fairy’s good luck
out of the ordinary, a little confetti tells a story I don’t know
pinwheels in the lawn
Another cat poem
It will bloom
a spider named Oscar
something all kids — all of us– need at times
illusions
about the noise on the hillside
Winter to Spring
so tiny
shadows