Happy Birthday, Pop.
you’re still my hero, my rock
my sage confidant

woke up with a cold
invaded by a virus
gracious hostess, me

John Van Ness, Metamorphosis II

behold the blooming
the ever-forward movement
toward becoming

music from last night
leftover phrases, bits, scraps,
floating through my head

and in local news,
spring has entered the picture
much to our delight