til death do us part

sleeping in, toes up

who will be the first to be

wearing a toe tag

may day

every mom molecule

aching to embrace

my fully grown child

(actually composed on May 1st)

oblivion

yesterday

a mangy squirrel

didn't mind human proximity

scrounging food from a curbside bag

today

the mangy squirrel is still in the street

not yet flattened by the wheels

of too many people