on Earth Day, we watch three fly,/
northbound, slow, no sound.
OR
Pelican sunset,/
we saw three flying northbound,
slow, without a sound.

This piece is based on my daughter’s photo and comments at the Seattle Art Museum photo exhibit: http://portraits.site.seattleartmuseum.org/portfolio/camilla/
The people who once/
knew you do not find you the/
way you find yourself.
Living on the lake, /
there’s lots I could do, but just/
one thing I should do.
The question isn’t/
if writing’s good or bad, but/
if it feeds your soul.