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that feeling whenothers accept you as you arebut you do not
"All the medicine we needis in our garden,"grandmother promised.
etched in my memory--a late-night train rumblingbehind the back fence
perennial gardenlesson learned:deers enjoy bee balm
hanging from the vinenot ready to be picked:three cucumbers
in the sun's heati look to the barometerfor signs of wind
unseasonably hot--even the trees by the riverare looking for shade
good-natured dogeager to play with the bearin the back yard
in the gardenripening strawberriesguard the front door
a cart filled with cansin the middle of the roadseeking redemption
around the maypolepeople dancing in circles--midsommar
as a child i prayedbecause i was afraid--death killed my fear
tuna casserolejust not right without the peas--we eat it anyway
the old mansees all days short and longas equal time gone