I still see the sudden flash of wings
blue as your eyes, blue as ice
calving into a brown sea of grass.

Your sharp cry could not protect the prey,
yet, you are the one who warned me
about kestrals and bluebirds.

Weed and Feed

After rain
a crystal drop
glistens in dandelion greens,
its prismatic pattern
refracting sudden sun.

Once I evoked golden blooms
against your urgent plea,
let them turn to four o'clocks
and blew them away from
your 'Weed and Feed' fed carpet.

Now that your knee
no longer bends
to serve your poa trivialis,
sit with me at last,
enjoy my jewel, my indolence.