I was trying
to get back to that
huckleberry muffin
at the Blackbird Café
on Bainbridge Island
till my wife came a day later
with a blueberry muffin.
She said, “It’s not huckleberry but”
I was trying
to get back to that
huckleberry muffin
at the Blackbird Café
on Bainbridge Island
till my wife came a day later
with a blueberry muffin.
She said, “It’s not huckleberry but”
Paper airplane
that’s landed in your lap.
The lines are mine,
pressed together,
but the point they find
is ever you.
A mild but festive ambush
fills the air with you and me
She makes the world go when she drives