Growth Ring


come let’s sit

on the front porch

in pink morning air

savor coffee




we’ll face east

watch lavender clouds rise

over rooftops

kiss tips of tall trees


then we’ll set our cups

down on the table

we’ll sand layers

long lacquered


peel off

varnished veneers


down to circles


of light

and dark grain


expose blankets

of root beds

burls borne

from breakage


and a map of the seasons

we grew without rain