despite the flurry
late capitalist chaos, and quarantine
here, self-imposed
a nearly ten month old. near springtime
again a backyard in bloom
there’s great fortune in this hardest-pressed pause. we lean in
to each other, while she’s still this young. held, i want holding
some scattered storms meant an aggressive burst of wolfberries
air sweet with the hummingbird’s sip and grapefruit flowers
we can wait this out, together.