how I long to clasp

a hand, to hug another

momentarily

speeding cars passing

physical destinations

face to face meetings

my tongue worrying

a broken tooth, sharp edges

dark fearful spaces

morning sharply bright

a wickedly playful wind

dark clouds scurry by

a blustery wind

fearful agitated trees

sudden change in light

with spiky red hair

masked and wrapped in plastic gown

reluctant arm jabbed

a city of birds

an exuberant chorus

traffic’s heavy thrum

when our dog grew old

we carried her out and in

sighs and wagging tail

slip into cold clothes

your body still warm from sleep

enjoy the shiver

a friend posts pictures

Berlin’s pink blossom in bloom

here our trees in bud