
Spiky, on my path,
polished in hi-vis orange;
the healer, aloe.

Spiky, on my path,
polished in hi-vis orange;
the healer, aloe.

Spider makes her home
between the grooves of cactus—
house plant becomes host.

Down an alleyway;
cold mornings and coffee shops
warm hug in a mug.

Roaming our sidewalks,
awry limbed shadow figures;
paintings no one sees.

Roses have returned:
winter showers didn’t drown them
nor my pruning kill.