Try to write when you are happy.
How do you write windshields with blue skies on
long car rides, window rolled down, wind in hands;
your bedroom ceiling at golden hour,
light from your window bent into a striped
rainbow of sea-green, yellow, and coral;
your niece cackling, lobbing a blue balloon
to your sister, who holds baby Sawyer;
your cat purring, folding into your side
a thousand times like a origami crane;
the trees bursting with red-pink and white blooms
that quickly appeared in the last few weeks;
if that, like the peace you have now, you
don’t notice them til the petals
have left the branches
piece by piece?
Posting my final edit again because the website seems to be working. Sorry!
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