write more poetry, at least once a month

Corn

Be willing to start where no one has started before,
At the edge of the field. Work across with great slowness
And deliberation. Woo the seedlings and protect them:
Speak softly and remember how fragile they are,
And wait, watch over them, like starlight.

the fittings and lattice work
of label-making

my coffee, cooled to just the warmth of Jake
twisted under the stars-and-moons
guarding his GameBoy, as he slept on.

Got her book, Why I Wake Early in the mail. This morning I thought about why I wake early. Need to write. . . .