Monthly Archives: August 2021

Dear Mom

There’s a hurricane coming.
Before the rain begins,

I’ve cut some rudbeckia for you—
I found a few faint coneflowers, too.

but most everything else has passed.

I arranged them just now
in an old glass bottle
like the ones you collected.

The wind is picking up and
the birds are calling.


Every once in a great while, something emerges. I suppose it happens quite often. Every once in a great while, I notice.

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