arrives early for the date to tell him she's late he watches her bio clock balk on seepy time petals out of rhythm docked for trick crimes flunked the pregnancy test mistimed space probe, she aborted legally blind justice, she miscarried scorched and salted earth, she's barren when Aunt Haggie's chirren throws
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From Tanka Diary
The botanical garden is just as I remember,
although it is certain that everything
has changed since my last visit.
How many hilarious questions these fuzzy
fiddleheads are inquiring of spring
will be answered as green ferns unfurl?
Walking the path, I stop to pick up
bleached bark from a tree, curled into
a scroll of ancient wisdom I am unable to read.
Even in my dreams I’m hiking
these mountain trails expecting to find a rock
that nature has shaped to remind me of a heart.