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.

12 March, 2020
Comments by Taylor Miller