Thursday, August 25, 2016

Vive La France

Allons-nous!
Off we go to France
where ils parlent tous en francais
where we will eat fromage and drink du vin.
I will celebrate!
but first I must not procrastinate,
the bags call to be filled
with undies, pants and frills,
allez, allez
we must get ready to go!

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

a vacation day

I'll take a vacation day from writing
late into the night.
the dental floss is whining and
the toothpaste is oozing through the cap,
my pajamas would be dancing but they are damp
in the laundry,
I just remembered.
the flowers are wilting from lack of water,
the dishes are undone,
so I'll take a vacation from writing
and floss and brush my teeth, hang the
laundry, summarily dump the flowers
off the back porch and climb into
bed with my beloved.

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Packing for France


bike shorts - two pairs:  check
bike shoes and jerseys, a raincoat
in case it rains.
some blouses and a skirt, a scarf
to wrap around my neck on a chilly evening.
yes, a toothbrush, etc
I'm starting to pack so early this time
having sorted laundry
having found my suitcase

and when the climbing gets tough
my left hand will reach for the electric assist
and I'll fly past my beloved,
waving as I go by

I will wait at the top of Alpe d'Huez,
glass of wine in one hand
cheese and bread in the other.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Saving a tree


one tree
spreading its branches
over a few stone benches,
 a few homeless men trollling for free books
(maybe to sell, I don't ask)
one tree
spreading its branches to provide shade
to a couple college kids
slouched over notebooks and iPads
(I have one as of today),
their eyes would blur in the sun
but instead
there is shade, blessed shade.
one tree is worth saving, so let's save it then
an easy decision,
yes?

Friday, August 19, 2016

California on Fire



spectacular and deadly beauty
your black plumes rush skyward, the heat
burning my eyes, fire jumping from tree to
tree, across ditches, scorched earth.
spectactular and deadly beauty,
our tears 
hot on our cheeks, our houses
burn to the ground in
front of our 
broken staring
eyes.



Photo from NYT Lens collection

homelessness in Boulder

this morning
there were three groups of them,
two older women with bad teeth, heavy, dressed in rags,
another group of four men, handing a bottle back and forth
and another group of men, I didn't see what they were doing
as I rode my bicycle through a cloud of cigarette smoke.
this morning, I watched them pack up their bedrolls
from under the bridge
and yesterday, a man was sleeping against the fence,
wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm.
they are everywhere
and no where, hidden in bushes across the creek,
talking to themselves and squatting behind trees.
they will not go away and even after three glasses
of wine and the best wishes, we find no solutions
for them except to keep them from starving or freezing
at least, hoping some will find their way.