Little Sister

Little sister,
I love you
like a flower
growing out
of my head.

Thirty-four,
and I still like
dinosaurs,
astronauts,
fire engines,
Danny White,
and the way
the world looks
through the window screen,
and I still can hardly stand
to say goodbye.

Joe's Toes

Joe's toes
are prowling
around San Francisco.

Maybe your eyes
will see them, if
you aim them low.

There's an

owl hooting in the backyard.  

And a big buck eating 

the flowers we planted.  

I love this place!! 

Even though the owl kinda keeps 

me and Jake awake, and we 

paid good money for those damn plants....  

I think sycamores are my favorite trees.  

I love thinking about them at Kriterion.  

They had those seed balls you could squish.  

I am already planning a trip 

for me and Coy this summer to Vegas, 

I'm hoping mom will watch [your nephew.]

If not Jake, will have to.