PoetryMay 21, 2008 5:25 pm

Twelve pairs of low-heeled pumps, idled by her layoff,
lie far under the bed, deep in the dust bunnies.

One pair of zebra-striped fuzzy slippers makes her smile
though they clash with her polar bear pajamas.

One pair of plastic slip-ons carries her from bedroom to
home office to kitchen and outside to feed the squirrels.

Gardening 5:18 pm

My prince has come. My Yaku Prince, that is.

I planted three rhododendrons in my front yard three years ago. Although they had flowers on them at the nursery, they haven’t flowered since I brought them home. Then, on Monday I noticed deep pink buds on two of them. Now three flowers are open.

This offers some consolation for the waning of daffodil season.