among a row of stones
green rubber triceratops
atop George’s grave marker
this weekend’s poetry
tenderfoot falsetto
chanting nana nana nana
just when I relinquish spring
it arrives / like charity
every morning a timpani of birds
ground wildly reiterating
I didn’t want this
I didn’t know I wanted it
& now who will protect
my hibiscus heart
Hibiscus heart!! Love that