Sunflowers lean over the top of a vase.
Blue sky exults overhead.
My sister pads through this houseÂ
of hers in El Cerrito California.
Another readies her classroom for
the fourth graders who will pourÂ
in next week. Our youngest the
youngest of us all wakes in Tucson Arizona.
Tomorrow night I will be two thousand miles
away again wondering when I will next be
shooting watermelon seeds across the table
at my sisters in a noisy Chinese restaurant.
