Talking

If you knew how often
I talk to you
you would stop listening.
But you don't.
Never do.

Small

the smallness
between big people
can be
a very deep
valley

Glass

If my heart was glass
I'd fill it with water
so you could tap it
with a spoon
and make music

Love waits

Love
waits 
for that one step 
forward 
then comes running

memorial

The children danced
and we shared
jars of chile sauce
after her funeral:
I feel Grandma laughing

sunflower

face to face

my son sees

each sunflower

has a different

face

H2O

desert all around
the only life
water
I carry
in my self