priority

when I was little

my ice cream flavor of choice

was strawberry, pink

lumber jack

we associate

the smell of death with newness

cut trees in the yard

a break on cleaning day

a blend of spearmint and green tea

a swirl of honey from a local apiary

holding the mug under your nose

blocking out the smell of bleach

the sky is a strange color, the geese think so too

the night sky is blue
bright blue like a film made dark
geese honk from the bog

in the cards

let me be the one

white turkey feathered one

let me peck the soil