Fireflies glow in cadence, floating softly, suspended above
the yearly arrival of the blue angel hostas.
June opens with purple blooms and a gentle breeze at dusk.
When eating popsicles on my porch, my friend reads my poems
saying, “I REMEMBER THIS. I REMEMBER ALL OF THIS!” it’s
like I tried to spot the barred owl that’s already watching me.
I wake to find my dog stretched against my back, breathing softly,
her head tucked in, her coat soft and bright. She treasures peaceful moments
and protects fragile repose with her whole body.