The Tendre Croppes

Spare me Midwestern gray

the opposite of heyday 

in my heart resistant

to lingering near dark.

I look for shoots along

the western roadside. I cannot

spare weak light within.

I translate myself to you

well within hearing, I think 

you know to enjoy 

the small things with me,

hold them in common. 

Yesterday for the first time, 

we chimed. It was a sunlit day. 

Paved with simplicity, the belief

that practice makes sure.