Hang a mirror on a summer-hued cocoon,
feel a touch of coffee that makes the best of
small changes. Books are more enjoyable with
a small woven basket and a handy bar cart.
Silence and favorite tricks. Your trouble spots
are more durable than your perfect happy place,
but a helicopter is smoothly on the fringes of
the room, still trying to keep afloat. A light.

They see the person who knows the perfect canvas
for turbinado sugar, goldenrod, light showers.
How to be a better parent—that’s the job.

Learn more about wind, make it shine under your
banister rails, hunt for sounds around you, roast
the seeds of summer, the grifter’s other eye.

You thought a smell, 20 years later,
might have a good story in eggs.
Change. Do you like anything?
Stop your gleam, genius. Wipe out
the ash, a reminder. Stinky?
A sudsy bath is a special setting,
a deep-cleaning picnic around the
blue water, nightly touch-ups
before a morning splatters you.