kinda star, maybe planet

yoga mats rolled out
on top of cistern
liana and i take turns
leading vinyasas
that include
(but are not limited to)
bird of paradise
side crow
wild thing

_______
the ruckus of a pack
of pissed off protective robins
defending their young from
a orange-gold juniper-climbing
hunting cat by the name
of gibbous
_______

sendoff/cheer to
cynthia and marie as they pedal off
on their 40-mile return journey
towing a trailer of baby veggie plants
in their wake
_______

ty, tookie and i
windows down on our way
laughing our asses off
to the great oreo ball gala
of 2015 also known as
nay nay’s graduation
_______

on the ride back
tookie vocalizes the
instrumental parts
in the yeah song
take that and rewind it back
_______

how oaks like to hybridize
she says as we three walk
under black locust blossoms
how there are more varieties than names/knowledge
and how it’s unusual for plants/trees
to hybridize themselves
because that’s the thing
humans do to trees/plants

_______

looks like someone just
went like this i say
holding an invisible pen in my hand
and making a little squiggle-drawing gesture
in regards to the scribble of a cloud
turning pink over horizon
_______

kinda star, maybe planet i say cocooned
about the brightest
glow in the sky
that comes in and out of view again
with each sway of the hammock that
holds us

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