writing wishes on torn pieces
of cardboard from pizza box
toss in old beliefs , outworn worries =
fear, anxiety, self-doubt, all the heavies
+ sweet green pine branches from our fallen trees
We burned into the darkness,
pulling Hershey kisses from pants pockets
= sweet communion treats
sipping from green glasses of red wine
lifting hands and faces
to stars moon clouds snow
Claire did an Irish jig.
Chewy, big-eared dog = a wolf in the dark
waiting for one more throw of the tennis ball
Oh, how I love the burn.
And the glow of light
and my best friend brother
and blooming daughter(s)
pinch ourselves = we're still here!
this being alive