The Orchard of Poetry 

All my life / I have been throwing my voice / Into the void

We are getting quieter with each other

I want to wake up on someone else's couch

With creases on my cheek

No one taught you how to love
but you can fix an outboard motor.

The star magnolia is blooming,

And the daffodils, and the forsythia and

Amaryllis as big as my face

Lazlo is so proud to have had a hand in the blossoming

That he is blooming too, aglow with life

I wish you sorrow the way

I wish rain onto farmlands and callouses into fingers,

Or wildfire rushed through a forest to start anew

My father made time in tricks and tests,

He asked me,

How do you think I saw the sun set twice today?