Walked the dog.
Made blueberry pancakes.
Vacuumed the house.
Harvested beets.
Photographed beets.
Roasted beets.
I heard a cardinal sing
In the distance, a dog
Barking. Crickets singing!
My new self-published book
Arrived. The photographs
Are poems and poems
Are photographs. A girl
With purple hair
Walking down the street.
“I love your hair,” I said.
She said, “Thank You so much.”
I am sad
When I see
The fallen
Cherry tomatoes
Split open
Crushed
On the dirt
In the garden.