recent observations, march.

raindrops, cracks, and foreheads.

Feeling stuck? Make a teeny-tiny string-bound book.

Two troublesome things (the neighbor’s floodlight and the pouring rain) make room for a third more lovely thing (windowpane sparkles).

An eight-year-old grins in certificate of achievement.

Cracks and vines mark similar routes across a wall.

Five-year-olds make the best tarot readers.

If I’m very quiet, I can feel the evening subway tremors rumbling through right on schedule.

Cabbage and chipotle peppers, four ways, four days.

No one knows the seasons so well as a pre-schooler.

Near-instant gratification found in planting wheat berries.

Raw material in a friend’s found tablecloth.

Lenten foreheads ducking under umbrellas.

My furrowed brow in every shop window reflection.