savoring

the magic of a greenhouse:
how on a sunny 30-something degree day
the temperature inside is 65
which means i can take off the poncho
and the beanie
_______
the two squares of dark chocolate
cynthia hands me
(how i set them on a lid of a jar onmy dresser
to save for post-lunch savoring)
_______

ya’lls friendship, and i’ve already got that dean says
when i asks him if there’s anything he needs
when he calls to tell us the details
of his daughter’s memorial service
_______

the room to laugh
at the readings
including the mention of karma
(which is the name of the building we’re in)
at the sandhill sangha
_______
sometimes a day
is little more
than a series of starting fires
and feeding them
_______
the email i send asking my aunt
if she knows the name of the labor camp
her mom (my grandma) was in
and for how long
this is one of the things
i always carry
same way one wears a necklace or a ring
they never take off
_______
the bright red orange splash of color
of bobbe’s rooster
pinned to my loft wall
home

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