by Joseph Helminski
I can’t pick up right now;
deer have gathered on the lawn.
Little shoots of something came
up under last week’s snow
to charm like an emoticon
with the funniest expression ever.
Even the cats have lost interest in answering the bell
and roll over on the bedspread.
The carrots we bought for the starving times
never came out of the fridge
until next week’s trash day.
Those orange and green trucks are so
lucky to be like the sun and the leaves.