Day 183

a call from the school
is almost never a
good thing
and when it
is about a
sick child
a child with
a fever,
sore throat,
and stomach ache
it is an awful thing.

Day 182

local farmers markets
give an array of
beautiful produce,
just asking to become
still-life.

Day 181

colorful
balloons,
she held them
tightly
wishing
for more.

Day 180

at the zoo
for breakfast with
the monkeys
we stood and
watched them
play.

Day 179

the air is
filled to the brim
with the sweet
smell of it
no matter where
i go
i smell the
citrus trees
in bloom.

Day 178

a fifty pound
dog decided
that my foot
was a great
starting point
for her playtime
and i was left
with bruises
on both feet.

Day 177

upside down
playing
swinging
using energy
that children
have in
abundance.

Day 176

a long standing tradition,
giving coins in
the military.
he does his job
quite well
no matter what
the job,
he gives it his all.

Day 175

for the most part
she is a well-mannered dog
but when she is around
another young one,
she can not stop
playing.
i wish i could bottle
that energy,
but not to sell,
just for me.

Day 174

“look mom,
i can point
just like that!”
she then smiled hugely
while we waited
to be seated

flowers bloom
everywhere
bright blues
and purples
yellows
oranges, reds
and pinks
coat the sides
of the road
its spring-time
in the desert.