Monthly Archives: April 2021

The boxelder bugs skitterfrom their winter closetsas I resist being beatenback into mine. Despiteeach blow, this thought:what is life withoutblossoms flexingin the sun, all that rainbow? And always death, like a cat, waitson the other side of doors.In winter, in tight stale spaces,it pounces on anything that moves.In spring, it leaves behind scatteredblossoms to rubContinue reading “Seeds”